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1-2- 3/4th of a four, unto a layered door, a swine that bores. Sway his hands way, a simple fool that leads himself astray. 1-2- 3/4th of a four, unto a single war, he walks to a silent store. Lo' and behold, a none existentent cord. Tie-Tied and Thrice once more, the cord reveals the menancing shore. 1-2-3/4th of a four. Leave nothing behind as you walk through that damend door. Swine squeal and yell once more; I am but a silent choir There upon the glistening shore, lay upon black sand that grows no flower, upon a vase; its hour. 1-2-3/4th of a four. Once more again, the loop adores. Failure upon the 5th fret, Failure upon the 7th. There he goes the same mistake once more. 1-2-3/4th of a four. Loop again a circle once more. Dance, sway, swine adore, let me feel, your brain-sores. 1-2-3/4th of a four. WHy must you continue onto this meaningless chore? Dance, sway, swine adore, Feel your own heart fail at its core! 1-2-3/4th of a four. .... Youve found youself... A new... shore...