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We are all strippers on a stage choreographed of broken dreams. Our materialistic schemes drown values in whiskey bottles.

We are all strippers on a stage who put down our pillow case veils, dawned a garter belt, sold our souls for the price of our panty hose.

We are all strippers on a stage who can not keep with this life style: with nights too long and days too short, where a candle burns on both ends a center burns out; we sell out.

We are all strippers on a stage: vibrate and shimmer for dollars, feed this addictive scenery.

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