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| yeh any questions yeh wheres the fucking icecream |
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| Shimmy rattle bone flaky denótist |
| Moved x-ray plates to the wrong place |
| A force without curl away |
| To taste the scent of ground bone |
| The most examined rose |
| As the swallow don’t fly |
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| A shrill nose bleed |
| Asunder powder teeth |
| Egests fragranced and freeze-dried |
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| I don’t know |
| Its not my plan, gone gone |
| Out of my hands gone gone gone |
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| Caught the desease |
| Off a dead girl |
| Who died of a broken heart |
| She said it was too late |
| Before it was too late |
| Lila pu tono the fatalist |
| I suppose so only |
| We shall be saying these words |
| At the same time |
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| Its not my plan gone gone |
| Out of my hand gone gone gone |
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| If there isn’t a word for it |
| Its hard to think of it |
| We built our ideas upon the backs of others languages |
| {Uncertainty in spelling can act as gramatic non-complacency |
| People who can spell well abide to rules too carefully |
| The rules of spelling require divisive variants} |
| It’s all the compounds that we have to work as harnesses |
| And in thinking back arch upon ceiling crease |
| In a heap of honeyed whine |
| Work out it at scatter gram on sheet |
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