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I F***ed Your Dad

	These problems
	I'm having all
	Of structure and dreaming of
	Of humans and animals and beautiful people
	The grass that we nurtured all
	When thoughts equal dreams and still
	These conflicts directed to the conquering people
	To be in a garden with a skyline perverted by
	You were my first day, my first day of silence
	We're mice in a rat race all through the day
	Our hands on the horn, headed for home
	The science of driveways to captives.