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IP:
lost my mind, i'm outta time--
shot the breeze and crossed the rhyme.
all i need is a studio, a mic,
pen and paper, and a night to myself
livin solitaire in my cell
i'll come out a new man,
reaching, hoping for some hands to grab
but no flash photography, no bad biographys
stay underground like fraggle rock,
i'll show the way like Socrates..
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