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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I ¨¨@¨@¨@@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨ Would I Have Done It, What Is The ¨@@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨ I'M Standing There With Nothing. ¨@@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨ Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More ¨@@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨ When I Am Nothing But The Question, It ¨@@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My ¨¨@¨@¨@@¨@
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