inanimational items elude I, and
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in-an-emotional-motion I swallow my
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motive of quicker location is slammed
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my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin
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they call me Dim
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i am the Dim Locator,
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Dim Locator
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO
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intriquintomitry treads on my trail
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entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types
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who later are packed in a cast IRON trunk
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these things have been known, to get out of their wraps
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don't call me Dim
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i am the Dim Locator,
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Dim Locator
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW
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LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L'WOW, WOW, WOW, WOWWWWWW!
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fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of
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friends who fall foul of my files trip and BreakNeck
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are stacked in the woodshed for further good use
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there's some certain people who shouldn't start fires
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so call me Dim!
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i am the Dim Locator!
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Dim Locator!
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DON'T CALL ME DIM!
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i am the Dim Locator
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DON'T CALL ME DIM!
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i am the Dim Locator
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DON'T CALL ME DIM!
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THE DIM LOCATOR
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| The Birthday Party |
