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My name is Beck

My name is Beck

Kettle

Kettle

The world is constantly spinning
I can’t seem to settle
I’m not winning
Heating up like a kettle
 
I’m reaching my boiling point
Where do I go from here
Is there any point
Not sure if this is fair

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