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Told my little Pollyanna |
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There's a place for you and me |
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We'll go down to Transverse City |
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Life is cheap and death is free |
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Past the condensation silos |
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Past the all-night trauma stand |
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We'll be there before tomorrow |
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Pollyanna, take my hand |
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Show us endless neon vistas |
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Castles made of laser lights |
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Take us to the shopping sector |
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In the vortex of the night |
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Past the shiny mylar towers |
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Past the ravaged tenements |
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To a place we can't remember |
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For a time we won't forget |
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Here's the hum of desperation |
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Here's the test tube mating call |
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Here's the latest carbon cycle |
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Here's the clergy of the mall |
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Here's the song of shear and torsion |
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Here's the bloodbath magazine |
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Here's the harvest of contusions |
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Here's the narcoleptic dream |
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Told my little Pollyanna |
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Here's a place where we can stay |
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We have come to see tomorrow |
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We have given up today |
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Down among the dancing quanta |
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Everything exists at once |
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Up above in Transverse City |
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Every weekend lasts for months |
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Here's the hum of desperation |
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Here's the test tube mating call |
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Here's the latest carbon cycle |
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Here's the clergy of the mall |
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Here's the witness and the victim |
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Here's the relatives' remains |
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Here's the well-known double helix |
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Here's the poisoned waves of grain |
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Here's the song of shear and torsion |
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Here's the bloodbath magazine |
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Here's the harvest of contusions |
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Here's the narcoleptic dream |
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Here's the hum of desperation |
