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In shocking white |
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Too light for light |
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More like heaven |
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Angel food rot |
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Came from the earth |
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Inside the earth |
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Jag of hurt time |
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Head revolving |
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Kindling for the master |
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I was shot for meat |
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Left alone with a crow |
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Got into watercolors and you never saw me again |
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But I plan to return |
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And with verbs I'll attack |
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I'll trip, I'll maim, I'll leave you with no skin on your back |
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Kindling for the master |
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Everybody's got a heart to sink |
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I'm the leech who can preach |
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They call me sinister joe |
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I got the sweltering heat |
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Of summer Ohio |
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If I'm little erratic, |
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You must give me some space |
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To let me spin it and out and |
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Up and through your face |
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You must learn, or you will burn |