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E is missing |
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He's not in his room |
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Rome is no longer behind him |
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The gris-gris heard there was water on Mars |
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and he's on his way to fix it |
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his fingernails are missing, one through ten |
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and there's ink all over the place |
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Nowhere .... was not here |
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nowhere's not there |
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nowhere is nowhere |
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His soul's in the corner |
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very uptight |
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it's ugly |
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but it's not meant to be |
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A derelict lighthouse |
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signalling men |
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in shipwrecks under the ocean |
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Secret bruises from a writing machine |
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dismantled in a winter landscape |
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his fingernails are missing, one through ten |
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and there's ink all over the place |