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"It's the last great adventure left to man kind" |
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Screams a dropping lady |
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offering her dreamdolls at less than extortinoate prices |
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and as the notes and coins are taken out |
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I'm taken in, to the factory floor |
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For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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All ready to use |
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The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging |
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I just need a fuse |
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Got people stocked in every shade |
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You must be doing well with trade |
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Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality |
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That evens out their personality |
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With profit potential marked by a sign |
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I can recognize some of the production line |
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No bite at all in labour bondages |
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Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandages |
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Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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All ready to use |
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It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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I just need a fuse |
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Teh hall runs like clockwork |
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Their hands mark out this time |
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Empty in their fullness |
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Like a frozen pantomime |
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Everyone's sales representative |
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Wearing slogans on their shrine |
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Dishing out fallsafe superlative |
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Brother John in No. 9 |
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The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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Ready to use |
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It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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I just need a fuse |
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and the decor on the ceiling |
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planned out their future day |
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I see no sign of farewell |
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so I guess I have to pay |
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pay my way |
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for the Grand Parade |
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Grand Parade |
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Oh, the Grand Parade |
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Yes, the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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All ready to use |
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The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging |
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I just need a fuse |
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Grand Parade |
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Grand Parade ... |
