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you can tuck it on the inside |
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you can throw it on the floor |
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you can wave it on the outside |
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like you never did before |
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you get the diplomatic treatment |
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you get the force fed future |
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you get the funk after death |
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you get the wisenheimer brainstorm |
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i'm in touch with your world |
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so don't you try to hide it |
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i'm in touch with your world |
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and nobody's going to buy it |
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it's such a lovely way to go |
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i've been lying on your feathers |
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you keep talking about the weather |
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i'm a psilocybin pony |
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you're a flick fandango phoney |
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it's a sticky contradiction |
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it's a thing you call creation |
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everything is science fiction |
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and i ought to know |
