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Shooed out like a housefly |
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This house was half my mind |
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I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined |
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But it's my right to waste your time |
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And these things |
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It stands to reason |
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These things won't kill me |
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Your feelings |
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The spattering |
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It bores me |
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Don't tell me |
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Burned in on the 8th of May |
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She was spectacular |
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I walk a half-moon by the bus stop |
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Sliding 'cross the street to her |
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Three stings |
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Sequentially |
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Three strings |
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Won't kill me |
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Your spieling |
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Gracelessly |
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Is my grief |
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Please tell me |
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Half-masted, bass-boosted, slingbacked, fully retractable |
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Throw out the la-la by the busload |
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Match the photo to the description |
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I do indeed and shall continue |
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Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond |
