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BEHIND THIS GOLD PICKET FENCE LIES A WHOLE INSTITUTE
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WHERE WALLPAPER PAINTERS SCRAPE AND SCARECROWS SWELL WATERLOGGED,
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NOW I GOT DEAD TIME ON MY HANDS
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FOR FEEDING MY ANIMALS,
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ALL OF THIS TIME ON MY HANDS
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SO FAR HAS GONE TO FEEDING MY ANIMALS
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ON THIS DARK KISSED DAY THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH ONLY YOU
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OR IS IT BECAUSE YOUR SILHOUETTE IS YOUR FRAME LIKE AN EMPTY WINDOW,
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NOW I GOT COLD TIME UP MY SLEEVE, I¡¯M FEELING DESTITUTE,
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ALL OF THIS TIME ON MY HANDS
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SO FAR HAS GONE TO FEEDING MY ANIMALS
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I FEEL ROOT VEGETABLE! AM I DEAD?
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OR BURIED ALIVE? I SLEEP WARM VELVET WAND,
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BUY THE NIGHT¡¦I¡¯M SELLING THE SUN, MY SKIN FEELS
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SILKY SMOOTH NOW I¡¯M BURIED IN MUD
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ALL OF THIS TIME ON MY HANDS,
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SO FAR HAS GONE TO FEEDING MY ANIMALS,
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ALL OF THAT TIME I WAS DEAD,
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LIMBLESS IN BED, SEDATED EXPERIMENT NA, NA, NA, NA
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Horror With Eyeballs
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