| What a life under this quilted fleece
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| Where the wilted lease
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| Will to power and still to speech
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| 'n cupboards they granny shoulda dusted
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| Maladjusted with a malaprop
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| Sack of 'ism make the pallet drop
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| Palindrome of the ignoble savage be- (oh shit)
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| I switched up
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| Steez-oww
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| Oh, one two?
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| Light flick, brutal wrist cornucopious
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| Still life waiting on a vista to utopia
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| Mister Satan pausing in the Hotel Scallops
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| Fuck with the timing of the whole swell ballad
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| By bar eight he could heal the old and invalid
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| Sweaty tooth cold for the pallet and bracket
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| Blackface Tarzan, tanned arms basking
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| Ted Danson with the Cheers, a dead man dancing
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| With his fears Lorde Fred call it Capoeira
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| To you Black Emperor Ferreira forever
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| On a terrace with a beret and Beretta
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| Maroon mood indigo
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| At a sinister place where rap feel pitiful
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| Applied research to make the force field subliminal
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| Political climate turn your old Earth cynical
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| How he get lost in a small room? |
| Custodian of the statue
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| Null set
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| Mhm
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| Yes |