Apocalypse Politics

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The clouds spell apocalypse The clouds smell the politics I meet so many people, i gave up on names I figure that's okay 'cause i just call everyone "man" anyway Rollin' over, rollin' over Returning to the dream Rollin' over, rollin' over Returning to a dream With the earth agree to circle any and all points Can each be the center simultaneously Our work continues ending to infinite variable speeds
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