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I saw a woman chewing with nothing in her mouth; |
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Her teeth were in her hands and her tongue was hanging out; |
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The she started drooling and caught it in a cup, |
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The cup was full of pennies; it spilled when she got up. |
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Some guy is in the shadows grabbing empty air; |
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He could be catching butterflies if there were any there. |
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All the freaks are not inside the tents |
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Some pay to come and be in the audience. |
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I saw a great big guy who had a little gun; |
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He pulled it out and smiled and then he sucked his thumb |
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His wife was standing by with a leather leash |
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Fastened to a child who cried beside their feet. |
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The scary one is back with clothes so white and clean; |
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And her face that's coated with a quarter inch of cream-cold cream |
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She's the one who freaks the freaks out |
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Lillie little Lillie, Lillie little Lillie, Lillie chilling Lillie |
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Lillie with her white face. |
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Delicate Lillie is stainlessly lonely and |
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She is too white |
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Like a face in a flashlight with teeth that might bite |
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She is too white |
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Like dice rolling snakeeyes in headlights at night |
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She is too white |
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Like a corpse in the sunshine or eyes in a fight |
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There's a spot a spot on my glove on my glove I know, no no maybe it |
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was make em runny make em runny honey... doilies doilies where have all |
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the doilies gone... |
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Roses will whither and die |
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Along with the lace and the lies |
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Nothing is nicer than death |
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At matching the bad and the best |
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Heh heh... he hated me he hated me and hate is white and hate is hot |
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but I'll not even have disdain for him not even a stain on a memory |
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looked up to, lacking all respect for him I'm blacking out the specks |
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of decent thoughts that linger in me and leave only white white |
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peaceful white calm white swans silently flying in the snow look down |
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and see the bleached bones of a noble knight who died trying to save |
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his lady his lovely white lady who brought her man milk in the |
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moonlight but it was too late too late too late he said |
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Scratch out all the pin holes |
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Open up the sores |
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Don't look out the window |
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White hatred's at the door. |
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And he tried to make me dirty make me dirty make me dirty. |
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Touch her someone |
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Touch her someone |
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Reach out to her |
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Touch her soiled soul. |
