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Give him back his sweater |
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That poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies into the poisoned ant hills. |
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You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay |
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Show your cards, now I won't out |
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Stain the tub, Clot the streak, cock the wheel, push it deep |
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Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless |
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Carve my head, great disguise, took a breath, gave it back |
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Warly aged, self pitying, misfit. |
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Experience, coincidence, quality, menstruating, |
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It makes more sense to speak nonsense. |
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What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land? |
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Just like a cat without a mouse, it masturbates, it violates. |
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Sadistic dresser. |
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Maybe it's the ability to choose that makes a wounded player |
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Take to the field and laugh at his injury than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter. |
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Farewell to the oldsmobile, acknowledge the new models. |
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Farewell, farewell. |
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Set me back in my old sweater tonight for an hour or two, |
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I can obtain satisfaction mutilating ones humiliating me. |
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You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay, |
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Show your cards now, I want out. |
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Stain the tub, clot the streak, cock the wheel, push it deep, |
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Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless. |
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Carve my head, great disguise, took a breath, gave it back, |
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Early aged, self pitying misfit. |
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What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it? |
