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Standing on an unidentified corner\nWith a Latin individual, corn rows, foam posits\nAll sorts of a felony in his waist\nBut who are you? 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Standing on an unidentified corner\n[02:13.69] With a Latin individual, corn rows, foam posits\n[02:17.21] All sorts of a felony in his waist\n[02:19.93] But who are you? 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