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wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized |
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blurry images fiht their way through halfway opened eyes |
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awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygeine |
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twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door |
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I looked outside I looked into the eyes |
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of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before |
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feeling under covers like books on a shelf |
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if we're scared of one another |
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must be scared of ourself |
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more than just another crowd |
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we need a gathering instead |
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drink drink in the badland liquid bread for the poor |
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another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store |
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choose your escape in the heartland |
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of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm |
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you gotta get away anyway that you can |