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If we lost an eye we will be sad. So the mother too is sad. And she'll end and the world ends. |
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They think that we are responsible. |
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They're digging up the ground. |
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Excuse me. Excuse me. |
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Killer in the morning. Scent of rain come on fills the part put on me stranger I've |
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been shown. Less we love and know how. We're just mortar filling holes. The holes. |
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The glass eyed creature creaks the broken floors. |
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Teller. Lazy sky tales. Find your fate (rate) and pace. Reinvent uniqueness. Adjust |
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the outer space. |
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Planning pits. Desertions (Diversions). Pusher rap downfall. Take the crap sold as |
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fact. Hallelujah clue-less. The ship shine cellar albatross burned down find a way |
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across. Stranglehold albatross around my neck is sinking. |
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Teller. Lazy sky tales. Find your fate (rate) and pace. Reinvent uniqueness. Adjust |
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the outer space. Teller. Lazy sky tales. Find your fate (rate) and pace. Reinvent |
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uniqueness. Adjust the outer space. |
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Psycho-hymns. Too high the fee. One step back to sanity. |
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We work to take care of the world. |
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We're all addicted anyway. We're all addicted. |
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Teller. Teller. Teller. Adjust the outer space. Teller. Teller. Teller. Adjust the outer |
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space. |
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We're all addicted anyway. We're all addicted. |
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Excuse me. |
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The great mother too has immense (a mouth) eyes and ears. |
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Big. Stop, the end's nearer. Biggie. Dickie. Stop, the end's nearer. |
