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It was high noon, the sun was shinning |
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Manuel sharpened his blade |
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He stuck it in the ground |
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It came out twice as long |
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Chopped of the end of his leg |
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Madness sprouted in that garden |
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Manuel felt strange |
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Then his mind shifted as the vines twisted |
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He became quite crazed |
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The barbed wire fence post, |
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It felt quite wooden |
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As he impaled himself on the steel |
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As the blood ran down, he felt so horrible |
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Reached for the tequila worm and beer |
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Razor swallowing in that garden |
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He winced with pain |
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Like a curse lifted he begged for |
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Forgiveness |
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But it was too late |
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Oh Manuel has messed up again... |
