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You come on like gangbusters laying it thick |
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Arboreal sleat stacks(?) lost in the sticks |
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It's warm for a witch trial |
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Don't you agree? |
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Cold are the hands that would ever touch me |
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You got the energy of a classic creep |
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With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep |
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No intuition |
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No need to sleuth |
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Poor is the man who would sully my youth |
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A one-minute story is all that you are |
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A song undeveloped beyond the first bar |
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For all of your hassle |
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What did you win? |
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Woe is the man with the |
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Cheshire Cat grin |
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You criticise life |
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You criticise pain |
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You criticise situations you've never been in |
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The dames with the dilettantes |
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Will come soon enough |
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All rightThe panic is leakingthrough every clear pore |
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Your enema's weakenedacetylene torch(?) |
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Surrender the crucifix |
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On the scorbutic rocks alright |
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AlrightI'm in love with the people |
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I'm in love with a saint |
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I'm in love with a soldier |
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From Baltimore |
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Baltimore |
