| warnings and instructions don’t scare me, you didn’t say me.
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| i’m killing for the buzz of a cheerleader lover to light me on fire,
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| push me out a window into the colorful thoroughfare
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| where all my friends die in a beautiful car crash.
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| suicide brides, moist and complete,
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| haunting the rails along one way streets,
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| telephone pole where the pervert perched
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| break away as the spirit of the machine distorts.
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| form at the wheel could have gone to the prom
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| with the jealous bit of jailbait twirling batons
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| but the living theater luck thief cut all the seatbelts,
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| now they’re booby trapped in dreams and demanding a recount.
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| the shaded phantom from the ghetto
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| hides behind the fence and faints there.
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| three opponents haunt the museum.
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| men in scarefilms die twice a week all alone…
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| a ride in a machine could change everything…
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| we’re doing the haunt, a flock of terminal lovefish,
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| thorazine ghosts ride girlbikes under the faucet.
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| time, space, speed, and less than total alertness
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| cause death when combined with a fatigued mind.
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| take time to think, to rest and refresh,
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| take ten out of two; |
| eternal life is not now.
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| spylight, fatal stop, pre-trip inspection,
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| left front tire killed a family vacation.
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| just in case life is worthwhile for men who make beautiful products,
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| picture how their families miss them if able to build a new life.
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| cheerleaders die on the highway next to would be engineers
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| who could not see the next curve coming due to no instrument failure (look out!
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| the dedicated trooper’s seen it all before. |