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fun for an hour til the hour's gone |
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can one trick nights feed 40 days? |
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in my bed at the break of dawn |
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she shivered like a vein slashed bright and new |
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she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) |
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grip-force the vials and strip the locks |
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smash the set & slash the beds |
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and when it looks life a wife's ex-plot |
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we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume |
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she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) |
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like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit, like a dry gin's twist (of lime) |
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like a poor droll sir, like a pike's dull spurs, like a pastor's flock (of sheep) |
