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See you in a while.
After, in an hour.
After, in a while.
See you in a while.
See you all inside.
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See you in a while.
After, in an hour.
After, in a while.
See you in a while.
See you all inside.
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I wanna write a song in the manner of the wrong guitar.
Rabid in the sand with a naked hand.
Hand.
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Somewhere I had a wife.
I remember when I was on her mind.
Some ignoring wife.
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I’m the passenger.
And I ride and I ride in the city tonight.
And I ride with a ripped backside.
I’m fucking sick of this hurt.
She’ll never break my heart,
like the Russian rebel Mikhail Larionov.
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At the same time the door was opening,
the face of the flat fish was staring back.
He said he was taking off.
He said nothing would shake him off.
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Animals walk around without their clothes.
Animals, no opposing thumbs or toes.
Animals, they get laid when they’re still kids.
Animals can’t get past our dustbin lids.
Animals lick themselves and we all laugh.
Animals never need to have a bath.
Animals never work a day in their life.
Animals never bitch about their wife.
The young ones.
The worn ones.
The elders.
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