An inwrought irksome rabbit
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is washing my stomach
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I can't stop thinking about my tonsils
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how they are pendulating between my toes
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slowly suffering from liberty
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I'm naked on a TV-set and it's running wild,
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fast, sweet and heavy penetrating in to my
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grandparents pupils out of reach but with a
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canoes evil emotion
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Allright I can admit it now
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I was a screaming and lying stoneoperation
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who searched his way through carparts
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afraid to be recognized by a spoon
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Birds with empty refridgerators heated up the
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childrens chairsweat
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There was no chance to drive the table without
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a blue sock cause my mistakes rolled down above
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the forest of investigation
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As soon as I heard my neighbor bend his arm
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with a submarine the milk was hot and dangerous
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like a bed
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Nobody understands how wipewashers can breathe cows
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Farting magazines are wading in waxed scarecrows
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Falling flesh punched me in my bathsuit look alike neck
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which controls universe with an irongrip of umbrellas
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I'm wiping away some mirrors from the snakes
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without drinking any busstations
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Sorry, I'm in love with a door
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Erroneous Manipulation
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| Meshuggah |
