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one will cry,when it’s the agony,but how one can acceptnot drinking the symphony,just insideit pains,exciting the delicate veinsattached superficiallybut initiallysucking the energy out of you,oh all those ATPs are lost,at what cost there arestupid debatesI am the sharp gunnerleft with no bullets.now in the memoriesI surfhow can you catchthe smurfyou can’t catchthe smurfthe smurf, gives …