| All my days I had moldy bread
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| Robot brains and the flying airplanes
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| Hollowed out, and filled with dust
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| Rocking like a hurricane under the rug
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| Bored to the core on a sunken boat
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| A worn out candle and a plastic coat
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| A ziploc bag, a pelican bone
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| A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject
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| Overfed, electric comatose
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| Riding in the air, invisible socks
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| A broken blanket, flaming sawdust
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| Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt
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| Gonna fly like a dog
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| Gonna leap right out the wall
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| Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey
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| Gonna run like a bird
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| Gonna roll out in the dirt
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| Gonna run around this town with a phone machine
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| Yellow cat laying flat on the road
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| Molten lead shooting out the ground
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| Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge
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| Flap your wings and leap out the window
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| Put a glass eye in the eyes of God
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| Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake
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| Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit
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| Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before
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| Gonna jump like a flag
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| Gonna burn like a pig
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| Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor
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| Gonna crawl like a rock
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| Gonna dance like a worm
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| Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks
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| Fly like a squirrel
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| Gonna swim like a chicken
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| Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon
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| Gonna melt like a weasel
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| Gonna fry like a kid
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| Gonna get my walkie talkie and some mustard and some mayonnaise
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| And a mermaid and some macaroni, bricks
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| And some telephone wires and phone machines
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| And a |