Give him back his sweater
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that poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies
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into the poisoned ant hills
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You have tried I'm afraid
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don't let it hurt
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I shouldn't stay
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show your cards now
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I want out stain the tub
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clot the streak
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cock the wheel
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push it deep
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fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless
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carve my head
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great disguise took a breath
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gave it back
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early-aged,self pitying, misfit, experience, coincidence, quality menstruating.
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it makes more sense to speak nonsense
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What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land
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Just like a cat without a mouse
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it masturbates
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it violates Sadistic dresser
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Maybe it's the ability to choose
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that makes a wounded player take to the field
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and laugh at his injury
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than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter
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Farewell to the oldsmobile
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acknowledge the new models
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farewell farewell
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Set me back in my old sweater
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for an hour or two
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I can obtain satisfaction mutilating ones humilating me
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You have tried I'm afraid
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don't let it hurt
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I shouldn't stay
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show your cards
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now I want out
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strain the tub
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clot the steak
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cock the wheel
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push it deep
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fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless
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carve my head
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great disguise took a breath gave it back
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early-aged self pitying misfit
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What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it?
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Like a Cat
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| The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
