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The cheers of the crowd
The colors that swirled Fading into each other Its my show Its my crowd They all came here to see me I step up Im on my stage I am ready I say a few words and then its my show My body hanging limp in the air Twirling with the wind The cheers and applaud of the crowd That rope will sell for a fortune I close my eyes My real eyes And I think to myself ...Im bored Whats next?
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