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Every thought's a game |
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A pack of chimps |
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I cannot tame |
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You're wondering who to blame |
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Now your ride has come up lame |
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Fortress full of hate |
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Fears and hopes all pound the gate |
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Too early, it's too late |
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What is evil, which is great? |
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Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs |
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And thoughts are made of |
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Lincoln Logs |
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To tend to the mice and wood |
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Where black is blue and bad is good |
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Thoughts that |
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I keep my money in |
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Melt some wax and chunks of tin |
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Forget your name, how to walk and ignore |
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The light shining in from under the door |
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Thoughts like a thread through a foam device |
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Liquid bread and rubber ice |
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Make a promise, grow teeth, go to bed |
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Wake up when you're dead |
