| Trailing on next to sick
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| Only broken magic sticks
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| Evil pins never snare
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| Figured out how to get nowhere
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| Flying lead-filled flapping gills
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| Phantom God in frozen time
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| Comfort crawls into flight
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| Wait for men grown, thunder dyin'
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| Free toes roost on dancing wire
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| Puzzling out a selfish high
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| Commandment of meadow mouse
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| Kiss the ground, lift up the house
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| Wrapped in blankets of the mother’s skin
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| Perpetuate a freedom
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| But there’s nowhere to begin
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| Bind one sky, ground to soil
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| No one could care how your blood is boiling
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| Grab a rubber needle, try to stick someone
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| Needle is inverted to a rotten heart
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| Simple, plain and simple
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| Stars for eyes
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| He’s eager and overripe
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| His tongue gets tied
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| Weakened by a mighty blow
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| Scars, four eyes
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| A limping «fell to stupid man»
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| Whose tongue is tied |