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Knob Hill not-so-fasts gonna
keep you in the good black
for the long run, least tonight.
Curse your
picking fights
pop-pill hostile tracks wanna
leak through all the crud like
feathers fall from feasts in flight.
When the whitewash wall starts its flaking
and you see the shape that this monster's taking
Wave the knife, chop off parts of my snake skin
'cause you see the way that this monsters taking,
moving underneath.
If I call it out all the way from here,
can Carolina hear its name over the thunderous passing of everything?
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