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Looking back at some dead world that looks so new |
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Offices and fountains that they named for you |
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Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom |
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Hari-karis spinning 'round the golden looms |
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Girl you dream infectious from a nauseous heart |
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Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards |
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Hear that lonesome whistle blow |
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No direction to be known |
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In a senile revelry |
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A tearful gaze turns away |
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Emoting cold and grey |
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Scentec eunuchs clothe our wretchedness |
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Ooh |
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Ooh |
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Looking back at some dead world that looks so new |
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Offices and fountains that they named for you |
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So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face |
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Terrorist confections look so out of place |
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Looking back at some dead world that looks so new |
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Looking back at some dead world that looks so new |
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Looking back at some dead world that looks so new |
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Looking back at some dead world that looks so new |