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FalkeManufacturer
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his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy
there is vomit on his sweater already moms spaghetti
he is nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs
but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down
the whole crowd goes so loud
he opens his mouth but the words wont come out
he is choking how everybody is joking now
the clocks run out times up over bloah
snap back to reality oh there goes gravity