suger in the gastank and sand in the vasoline,
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buck 65 and foreign currencies
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just in case and for emergencies, i keep double copies, single pairs
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of plastic explosive if i need them for signal flairs. goshdarnit,
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i'm the intesifying image of your last hope incarnate,
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five percent fairytale
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and ninety-five percent of me is hardwork and i rarely fail.
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even though i'm very pale, i wear a suit of armor and,
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in the summer time i ride my bike and get a farmer's tan.
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forty-one to thirty and i'm ok for hours,
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backstage at the showcase, i want bouquets of flowers,
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a large order of frieds and i'm sort of surprised
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because the same thing happened in the lord of the flies
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when piggy lost his glasses and got crushed by a boulder.
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thanks and no, and even though i'm touched, i am older,
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47,516. all i need's a flexed wrist,
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stupid djs would give their right arm to be ambidextrous.
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the path of radical thought is mathematical.
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i substract distractions in addition to inhibitions,
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now c'mon everybody, click your heels and do the dorothy.
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don't go lookin' for trees through the forestry,
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i'll calmy and gladly tell your mommy and daddy
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that their little baby girl is part of an experiment.
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i never meant to scare anyone, i've been honest, i've been nice,
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but i feel like i'm skating on thin ice, and my skates need sharpening,
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i got hardwood floors, but i cover them up with some nice shag carpeting.
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i've pulled whole lotsa dollars out of whole lotsa pockets,
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but life is still just a big old bowl of cherries,
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and luck berries to chew on, and any kind of fruit juice.
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i used to always either have a bleeding nose or loose tooth.
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that was in the seventies, i'll tell ya ladies and gentlemen,
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that after bein' in the nineties, replaced the eighties' adrenalin.
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these be the things that the world says to censor,
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and it will snap your head back like an old-fashioned pez-dispenser.
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so try to stay on top of it, in fact, knowing opposites attract,
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the best thing might be to open windows for security.
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as we slip into obscurity, and something more comfortable,
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try to bear in mind that memory is parallax.
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Memory Is Parallax
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