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Days go by |
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These thieves, |
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Dressed in sleeves of white |
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Stand on |
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Chests of heaving sighs |
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Night trips |
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Followed closely by |
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White sleeved, thick thieves hum |
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Swallowing words |
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That stick in your lungs |
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Find it all |
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In a mess on the tables |
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Are turning |
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It sounds like you've said this a hundred times |
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Each louder, more boring |
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The twitch, the itch, |
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The sting, smooth stump |
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Sick lung, the hum |
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With some, without |
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Thick dumb, smooth stump |
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So loud, without |
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These thieves, |
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Dressed in sleeves of white |
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Stand on chest of heaving sighs |
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Night trips, followed closely by |
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White sleeved, thick thieves hum. |
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Swallowing words |
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That stick in your lungs |
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Find it all |
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In mess on the tables |
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Are turning |
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It sounds like you've said this hundred times |
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Each louder, more boring, |
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And high... |