morning new disease charcoal in bed
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boansoaked anemic listen in horror
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to the scraping of flatware and china
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and saran wrap to stifle libido
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air shaft a chasm their lives flung open
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sickness is a time for hating your neighbors
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in their milk flats with five kids too many
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having day sex because they're all daughters
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and you're thinking the same two things
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over and over again
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I am dreaming of a life and I am dreaming of waking up
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there's this anger rising cancer in me standing like a wall between
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the waking world I seek and this infected plane of sleep
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love come like an axe to all this ice and set me free
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there's a black rewarding book
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beneath this stiff sheet if you look carefully
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noise police white hearse tv air wave methadone
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diet contact safe sex antibiotics
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for your safety we've taken sharp objects
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it's their object to keep you from waking
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taste test serenade we dig the grave
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lose weight astrologically no money down
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for your enjoyment we've excised the dialogue
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for your protection we've installed this camera
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just keep thinking the same clean thoughts
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and keep telling yourself it's allright
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I am dreaming of a life
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and it's not the life that's mine
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in a stolen car I rocket west out past that Jersey line
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and the robots in their riot gear glimmer in my rearview mirror
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love came like an axe and had her way with this coarse earth
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and a small deserving book she was recovered and understood
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and I awoke
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Morning New Disease
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| Jets To Brazil |
