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What's planted grows Its rumours stain Perfumed on the sunburnt skin Spread hate and smeared tears, inked on suntanned skin Slit tongues of the mocking bird, you will never speak the same Never speak the same Eat less much less, insults will not be fed Eat more much more, your palms will not be read A hunger that sucks at the mind The drawl as thick as within Talk fake and tell to sell A grin without a chin Pierced ears of the scavenger, you will never hear the same Never hear the same Eat less much less, insults will not be fed Eat more much more, your palms will not be read