| synapse to synapse: the possibility’s thin.
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| i’m dressed up for free drinks and family
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| greetings on your wedding date. |
| the
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| figures in plastic on the wedding cake
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| that i took were so real. |
| and i kept a distance: the complications cloud the
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| postcards and blips through fiberoptics,
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| as the girls with the pigtails were running
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| from little boys wearing bowties their
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| parent bought: «i'll catch you this time!»
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| crashing through the parlor doors, what
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| was your first reaction? |
| screaming, drunk,
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| disorderly: i’ll tell you mine. |
| you were the
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| one but i can’t spit it out when the date’s
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| been set. |
| the white routine to be ingested
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| inaccurately.
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| synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had
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| attached beer cans to the bumper so they
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| could drive up and down the main drag.
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| people would turn to see who’s making the
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| racket. |
| it’s not the first time.
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| when they lay down the fish will swim upstream
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| and i’ll contest but they won’t listen
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| when the casualty rate’s near 100%,
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| and there isn’t a pension for second best
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| or for hardly moving…
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| crashing through the parlor doors,
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| what was your first reaction? |
| screaming, drunk,
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| disorderly: i’ll tell you mine.
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| you were the one but i can’t
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| spit it out when the date’s been set.
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| the white routine to be ingested inaccurately |