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Now I'm lost |
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Last night I heard lepers |
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flinch like birth defects |
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its musk was fecal in origin |
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as the words dribbled off of its chin |
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it said I'm lost |
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I'm lost |
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Now I'm lost |
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Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils |
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cast in oblong arms length |
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the hooks have been picking their scabs |
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where wolves hide in the company of men |
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it said I'm lost |
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I'm lost |
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Now I'm lost |
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Are you peaking in the red |
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perforated at the neck |
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What of this mongrel architect |
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a broken arm of sewers set |
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past present and future tense |
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clipside of the pinkeye fountain |
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Now I'm lost |
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It's been said |
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long time ago |
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you'll be the first and last to know |
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You'll never know |
