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world. tuesday. |
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watched you cry. watched you fly. watched you die. |
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im the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration. |
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im the spoonman. |
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im the spoonman. shes a wound. nice bikini. steppin razor. |
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dont put your hand where you wouldnt put your face |
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she said a dollar rubber rat utah plates |
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brilliant green substance unknown |
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with a face like a peeled onion |
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sheep in drag horseback automatic |
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to make your home clean make it sani-flush |
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she said now im a new skin-free crispy |
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with this urge to phone into the |
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nosmoking zone of stainless steel |
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tokyo me and big white dog got |
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to hijack pecan tarts for babylon |
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bambi out of mercer street where |
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the crackheads catwalk charity |
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where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm |
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trading its chiliskins to the screamers |
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come to hunt their meat to the gold |
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diggers in kissboots and the recycled blondes |
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in their stack heeled snatches the monster trucks |
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the rolling rocks the poodle boys |
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with their little bone diggers and dark stuff comes |
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oozing out the apple core tonight like |
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a beggars dog tasting the wind. |
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into the blood. |