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I am no longer who I am no longer. It's all ad nauseam to you, albeit abetted by the first four amounts. I counted them up at the fountain I founded. For you, back at school, everything was true. I am a tastemaker and I kill things. I am not a tastemaker and I kill things, albeit acquitted on the first four counts. The compilation released by the nation I founded for you back at school. Everything was true. Ridiculously cool. I am no longer who I am no longer. It's all ad nauseam to you, albeit abetted by the first four amounts. They rounded us up by the walls that I never stormed for you. Back at school, everything was true From Letras Mania