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sunshine visits our new now world |
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dogcatchers clockout counterfeiters pray |
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pilgrams stranded on an asphalt artery |
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without black fluid or a power source |
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caught chicken pox with measles on a breeze |
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some call him history |
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purchased printed slips to a nightmare |
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our hostess strips on a donkey's back |
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where every paths unfinished bridges |
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now all our rubber's growing flat |
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we're looking searching for the witness |
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on a deal where they bartered over aversion |
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any descriptions or whereabouts |
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of a character dressed in grey |
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spill these words big payoff! |
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and for his habit a statue made of hay |
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winning draws a reward humanity gets saved |
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purchased printed slips to a nightmare |
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our hostess strips on a donkey's back |
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where every paths unfinished bridges |
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now all our rubber's growing flat |
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well timed frauds want to know who's stomping |
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on their toys in their empirical playpen |
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where'd they stash the virgins? |
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you know it doesn't matter |
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if there's a silver lining |
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so what's the difference? |
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if you havn't washed behind your ears |
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shadow length leeches need their cut of the world |
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as clumsy martyrs fall over potholes |
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lining sidewalks to an early grave |
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feminist pillhead crosses her legs |
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with a dozen extra large a a a eggs |
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unfolds a map set in her lap to a grimy universe |
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lavender ledge silhouetted horizon |
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nut museum's dining then dashing |
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as roses growing backwards |
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as i gaze down at the feeding site |
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i'm a helpless romantic sunk neck deep in quicksand |
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i'll keep reaching with magnetic eyes |
