FIN
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FIN
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Open call for prison architects
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Send me your blueprints ASAP
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Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
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Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from
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the east
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No more absolutes, no more absolutes
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Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh
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Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
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They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
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I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself
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Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the
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sea, oh yeah
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