world. tuesday. tuesday. world. tuesday. tuesday. world.
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watched you cry. watched you fly. watched you die...
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i'm the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
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i'm the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
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i'm the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
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i'm the spoonman.
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i'm the spoonman. shes a wound. nice bikini. steppin razor.
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i'm the spoonman. shes a wound. nice bikini. steppin razor.
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i'm the spoonman.
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don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face
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she said a dollar rubber rat utah plates brilliant green substance
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unknown with a face like a peeled onion sheep in drag horseback automatic
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to make your home clean make it sani-flush
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she said now im a new skin-free crispy with this urge
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to phone into the nosmoking zone of stainless steel tokyo
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me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi
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out of mercer street where the crackheads catwalk charity
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where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm trading its chiliskins
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to the screamers come to hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kissboots
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and the recycled blondes in their stack heeled snatches the monster trucks
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the rolling rocks the poodle boys with their little bone diggers
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and dark stuff comes oozing out the apple core tonight like a beggars dog
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tasting the wind.
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into the blood...
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Spoonman
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