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Opium is not the opium of the people
It is not opium, nor is it from the people
Sometimes I send you like that
Desire comes to mind
And I fantasize with a drop gliding
On metal paper
Will the states be reunited in the chest?
And it's literally throw butter on the ceiling
It would be necessary to be beyond good and evil
And get shipwrecked
And throw up a little
And doze with the spoon that falls and wakes you up
To continue as the Sherlock Holmes alarm clock
like the Sherlock Holmes alarm clock
Opium is no longer the opium of the people
It is not opium, nor is it from the people
Opium is not the opium of the people
It is not opium, nor is it from the people
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