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(Scratching random dialogue)
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I seek souls like mines
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so my mind finds inner peace
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and then a beast
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could never devour
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my powers arrive
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from survivors of this holocaust.
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Please be hopeful
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never thinkin' all is lost
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in my sector
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specter
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slidin'
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collidin' with my lifestyle
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so I fight while they threaten me
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sweatin' me
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well I'm quite mild
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the world makes me gnarly,
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but an introvert not hardly.
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I deal with it.
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I feel a bit
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under the weather,
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I need to pull my pieces back together.
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Fallin' apart, stallin' a heart of sincerity
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since there will be another stoplight
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and its not right
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so I might go insane of this brain
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of mine
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maintain a line that has been tame
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before the tempest.
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I'm looking to my better interests.
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I never tried to post or tried to impress
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anyone
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so why do I got to suffer
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every single day it seems the way of the world is rougher.
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And then you wonder why I love to hallucinate,
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because I never ever thought I would get used to hate.
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So I imbedded my time within my mind,
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and rhymin'
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was the only way I kept from bein' confined
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to quarters,
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sure there's good times and bad,
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but the bad time's are overwhelming,
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and how the hell things
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get out of hand I ask you,
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you have to give an answer;
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eating at my brain like it was cancer.
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Worryin'.
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Hurryin',
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My thought processes.
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I got offices
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imbedded in my skull,
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a million secretaries actin' scary
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when they type 200 words per minute.
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It just occurred to me I'm in it.
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'Cause I'm the boss,
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the head honcho,
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at least to this mutiny.
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The whole idea is cute to me.
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so I entertain it
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and let my brain get
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deeper and deeper
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until it vibrates like a beeper
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and I can't maintain it.
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So what's the verdict?
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It's D.E.L. the visionary and I come with the absurd shit.
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[Break with freaky "call the operator" sample]
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If I had not one friend I would be gooooone.
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Way in outer space singin' one sooooong:
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'Zippety doo dah, zippety day,
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my oh my what a wonderful day
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when my mind's dusted'.
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Thrusted
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out beyond the stars, I'm the satellite.
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Transmittin, fit in situations that'll rattle tikes -
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scare 'em,
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dare 'em to go farther.
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So then I go father,
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burnin' my brain out with mental lava.
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Scalding,
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all things
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rearrange so I never socialize,
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when you feel my eyes.
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The dilated pupils,
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I violated scruples,
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'cause I told myself I'd never do it again,
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but now I grin.
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Laugh on the inside,
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men tried to strap me
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in a straight jacket
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when I laugh and I'm happy
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for two hours straight,
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these powers hate me
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and they make me wanna cower,
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but lately I've been feeling like a tower.
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Tall and sturdy,
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wordy, though I never say a word,
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'cause when I say a word,
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before it's like they never heard.
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Nothing ever changes except within my cerebellum,
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so I'll never tell 'em,
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never tell 'em,
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never tell 'em.
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I'll tell it to my soul over and over
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even though I'm locked within a room with padded walls,
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I'm never sober.
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Inspections,
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injections,
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keep me confined
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to my inner thoughts
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and this is how I lost my mind.
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[Break with maniacal laughter]
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Crazy Del Song; Operator
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Del The Funky Homosapien |