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Pulled out alive |
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Picking out the ones I didn't want to care for |
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No more collections of salted confections |
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This is where it stops |
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They're on leash again |
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Burning through your afternoon |
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The new joys await you |
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Holding up the high sign |
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Shouting out the punchline |
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Burning through your afternoon |
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The cold joys await you |
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Now that I need more |
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Picked out all the ones I didn't want to care for |
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Spilled out on this floor |
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And this is a move that I am not prepared for |
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What did I stare for? |
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I did not think I'd be here |
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Beating out the dust from |
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A coat I manufactured |
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Where did I learn to make it? |
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Assaulted my confections |
