Test--, testing, testing This, um, Grace is my name And, and I was, um It was like a phot--, a fading photograph Of a patch--, a patchwork quilt And they've put me on these Ramona put me on these interest drugs So I'm thinking very too, a bit too fast like a brain hatch And, uh, they won't let me see anybody If, if I want to sometimes and I ask I can still hear some pop--, popular musics and aftershocks, see, um, a-choo I've been watching a television of, uh, in the homelands That's the new homelands And, um, and that's all I can remember And now they just want me to be quiet And I think something is going to be horrid
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