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Has it come and gone? |
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Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? |
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Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank? |
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Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires? |
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Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in the fires? |
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What is this town? |
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They said |
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I got no place to be |
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The money meter's taking everything |
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I seeIs it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice? |
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Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice? |
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Is it normal, born-again? |
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Let the vultures drink and drown |
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Is it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found? |
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What is this town? |
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They said |
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I got no place to be |
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The money meter's taking everything |
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I seeHas it come and gone? |
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Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? |
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What is this town? |
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They said |
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I got no place to be |
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The money need is taking everything |
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I see |
