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The Apex Theory Topsy Turvy

Behold the movie of the year Taste like luck but feels clear March on nails for bitter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold... Behold the movie of

Can you please explain The reasons why you were so Afraid of consequence When we first said hello (x2) Where am I going? What concerned you was

Prepare to suffer In a turbulent sea You saw the spirit and You're an ugly attack on wheels Nail biting never taste so good Power lines big schedules

Never did I find A nest for my soul We have made All the bans we imposed We have thrown On ourselves In memory's manner The weakened will Raise

It's been close to a year Since we spoke last You haven't changed And now you're talking Into my right ear What happened when you Ran off With

left alone one hand's on rye A thousand rambles in a second Tiny tip is tired and will not tolerate toilet tokens Until he is "Topsy-Turvey" So stop