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What keeps me calm hypes me up What makes me strong Lives me up When all is wrong And seems abrupt On a deserted wasteland no empty cups The Juiceman their to pipe it up
I don't say much except  Thanks for the juice I don't need much except Thanks for the juice Proof is written in the stars Thanks for the juice The drive to survive and what's fuel inside
The beuatiful glistening liquid, Such a turquoise shade, moking my facial expresions as I stare into the cup, I pick up its clothes and it reads Kool-Aid
Running Running FUNNING running Funneling grape soda and cranberry juice through a lemon squeezer Why not? It’s all pointless anyway. Birds fall out of the sky like
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