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Down at the station we |
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Question our rations |
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But you seem satisfied |
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With the little received |
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Fractured appetite with |
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Bismuth Pink on tap |
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Ascetic limbs gone tight |
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And your lips are |
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Clamped and grey |
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Crash your appetite |
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Erasing every mark you |
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Make standing in the |
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Corner while you're |
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Working up your mantra |
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'Derail the train the |
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Train the train |
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Derail the train' |
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Take the time to hesitate |
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While what's glistening |
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On your plate goes dry and |
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Cold and not in your mouth |
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Alright you see your |
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Programmatic mind |
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Surrenders appetite and |
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You crash yourself all |
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Over the place snakes ingest |
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40 times their body weight |
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But you you emaciate you |
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Crash your shit all |
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Over the place now |
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Open your mouth! |
