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The people of straight-land |
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All live in a row. |
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Tiny little boxes, no-where to go. |
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You've got to get a job |
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To maintain the position. |
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A bright happy dream |
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As prescribed by your physician. |
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The people of straight-land |
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Have really got it made. |
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A warm friendly sleep |
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From the cradle to the grave. |
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A bright plastic lie of cash and credit. |
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A huge, grey fantasy |
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You'll really want to edit. |
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The people of straight-land |
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Are really not alive. |
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We walk and speak but only just survive. |
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We move around but under direction. |
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We cannot see the larger perception. |
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The people of straight-land |
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Make a silent scream. |
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Desperate to escape |
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This death day-dream. |
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Rotting from the inside |
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It's really not polite. |
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You've got to shield your eyes |
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From such an everyday sight |
