recovering slowly, a torso fell
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from a beat up truck by a rural motel.
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the manager seen how the truck bed bounced
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while dust flew up with a rolling sound.
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voices appear from the staff outside
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in bulbous text in a western style
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his mannequin neck spun to turn his face
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the bars spills drunks out frame by frame
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girls pushed girls side to side
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to hear a suction sound as limbs realign
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the crowd just seemed to multiply
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they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard:
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"your retro career melted"
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they couldn't have agreed with the manniquin less
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they didn't understand what the manniquin meant
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the sound of a barrelled gun held to the back
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some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass.
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fleshtone shards fly by wild
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they fill a plastic bag with the parts inside
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the bag got dumped, a town nearby
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they reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard:
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"your retro career melted"
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Your Retro Career Melted
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| The Faint |
