I know your every mold
Your favorite CD
That you like salami
Nothing left to unfold
How you pick your clothes
The books you like to read
When you like to smoke weed
The way you pick your nose
I know your every move
I know what you feel
When to keep my lips sealed
Cause there's nothing left to prove
Unfortunately
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