Hey Phineas what you doin?
Were you born under the same sunlight?
'Coz my heart is burnin
And I think your skin's turnin white
They say you are not good enough
I say I see things in x and y
You smile and I laugh
Everything was fine but you did cry
We live in irregular square-logram
I see you beyond the four sides
This works unlike an anagram
You've gotta dig deeper in hives
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