My name is Mr. Touchshriek
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Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
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My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
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I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
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To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
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A reject from the world wide Internet
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He's a broken man
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I'm also a broken man
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It would be nice to have company
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We could have great conversations
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Looking through windows for demons
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And watching the young advance in all electric
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Some of the houses around here still have
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inhabitants in them
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I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
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I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
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If I had another broken name
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Oh, I dream of something like that
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