Before you advertise
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All the fame is implied
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With no fortune unseen
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Sell the rights
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To your blight
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Time-machine
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While I'm dulled by excess
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And a cynic at best
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My art imitates crime
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Paid for by
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The allies
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So invest
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Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
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Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
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Staring into glassy eyes
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Mesmerized
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There's a vintage thirst returning
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But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing
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Every famine virtual
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Retrovertigo
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A tribute to false memories
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With conviction
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Cheap imitation
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Is it fashion or disease?
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Post-ironic
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Remains a mouth to feed
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Sell the rights
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To your blight
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And you'll eat
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Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
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Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
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Staring into glassy eyes
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Mesmerized
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See the vintage robot wearied
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Then awakened by revision theories
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Every famine virtual
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Retrovertigo
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Retrovertigo
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| Mr. Bungle |
