Left-handed scissors cut paper-chain authentics
Our hands-in-hand I look at my barcode
I mumble that the streets are all off-road
I am unique to sell unique
We edit -> undo
This is not a duplicate
The price is in the loss of quality
And every copy is a little worse
The sound skips to mono
The edges merge with the background
We edit -> undo
This is not a duplicate
This is not a duplicate
This is just a duplicate
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