| Sunshine visits our new now world
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| Dogcatchers clockout counterfeiters pray
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| Pilgrams stranded on an asphalt artery
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| Without black fluid or a power source
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| Caught chicken pox with measles on a breeze
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| Some call him history
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| Purchased printed slips to a nightmare
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| Our hostess strips on a donkey’s back
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| Where every paths unfinished bridges
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| Now all our rubber’s growing flat
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| We’re looking searching for the witness
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| On a deal where they bartered over aversion
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| Any descriptions or whereabouts
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| Of a character dressed in grey
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| Spill these words big payoff!
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| And for his habit a statue made of hay
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| Winning draws a reward humanity gets saved
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| Purchased printed slips to a nightmare
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| Our hostess strips on a donkey’s back
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| Where every paths unfinished bridges
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| Now all our rubber’s growing flat
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| Well timed frauds want to know who’s stomping
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| On their toys in their empirical playpen
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| Where’d they stash the virgins?
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| You know it doesn’t matter
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| If there’s a silver lining
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| So what’s the difference?
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| If you havn’t washed behind your ears
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| Shadow length leeches need their cut of the world
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| As clumsy martyrs fall over potholes
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| Lining sidewalks to an early grave
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| Feminist pillhead crosses her legs
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| With a dozen extra large a a a eggs
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| Unfolds a map set in her lap to a grimy universe
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| Lavender ledge silhouetted horizon
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| Nut museum’s dining then dashing
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| As roses growing backwards
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| As i gaze down at the feeding site
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| I’m a helpless romantic sunk neck deep in quicksand
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| I’ll keep reaching with magnetic eyes |