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Listen through the stethoscope,
Listen to my heart.
If there is no beat,
it must be torn apart.
Drink your Vodka,
Theres not soothing voice;
scarcasm is only a myth of your choice.
Listen to my heart.
If there is no beat,
it must be torn apart.
Drink your Vodka,
Theres not soothing voice;
scarcasm is only a myth of your choice.
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