Placeholder: Seemingly lastless, don't mean You can ask us Pushing down the relative Bringing out your higher self Think of the fine times, pushing Down the better few, instead of Bringing out the clues, to what the World and everything anger to, brace Yourself with the grace of ease I know this world ain't what it seems Seemingly lastless, don't mean You can ask us Pushing down the relative Bringing out your higher self Think of the fine times, pushing Down the better few, instead of Bringing out the clues, to what the World and everything anger to, brace Yourself with the grace of ease I know this world ain't what it seems

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Seemingly lastless, don't mean You can ask us Pushing down the relative Bringing out your higher self Think of the fine times, pushing Down the better few, instead of Bringing out the clues, to what the World and everything anger to, brace Yourself with the grace of ease I know this world ain't what it seems

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