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I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails |
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I brush past a garden, dependent on whales |
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The sloping companion I cast down the ash |
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Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash |
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Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas |
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To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize |
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I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees |
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And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees |
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Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew |
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Police in a corner, gunnin' for you |
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Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat |
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Laugh when they shoot you, say |
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"Please don't do that" |
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Control for smilers can't be bought |
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The solar garlic starts to rot |
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Was it for this my life I sought? |
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Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) |
