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The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed... |
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A tiger's head, a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug, the bugs make halos 'round his phone. |
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He'd call his friends to come around - they'd all get stoned when he pulled old |
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Medusa moaning from a sack. |
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She poses then she cracks their mirror shades. |
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It's just her way. |
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He let's her play a while then throws her back, then they all go fishing in the reservoir... |
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I see. I see from my room. |
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I see from my room with a view. |
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My room's nothing special. |
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All the furniture is old. |
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They smashed up all my windows, so it's cold. |
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I told city hall to build a wall to stop the outside coming inside but they've stalled... |
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I'm lord of this manor but it's 30 feet across and falling fast; |
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I sprawl in plaster, bricks and garbage - through the ceiling |
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I see blue - |
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I see you! |
