| I came to call your dare
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| and look you up on all
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| you claim to want to share
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| claim to want to share
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| don’t cater to the throng in your head
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| cause this is not a passenger line
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| everybody’s red
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| elusive light consume to acquire
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| a half sunken church
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| expanding candle necklace of hail
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| a snow stricken ghost
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| will politic the edge of infinity
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| the habit technique ingrained
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| we are not here to pray
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| so fleet of foot and smart and suits of charcoal grey
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| suits of charcoal grey
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| bring to the fore a thought corridor
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| a purple puma’s guarding the gate
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| a meta grotto you’ll hear no echos
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| isn’t it sweet?
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| the people you meet connected with the calendar kids
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| I’m one with the grid it turns me into
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| a double form
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| I risk dissociation at every turnpike
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| life after birth
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| non stop (grins?)
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| arctic circle
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| non stop winds
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| shamrock justice
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| for the icemoth
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| he is no less lost
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| elmo delmo, elmo delmo, elmo delmo,
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| elmo delmo, elmo delmo, elmo delmo,
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| elmo delmo, elmo delmo, elmo delmo,
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| elmo delmo, elmo delmo, elmo delmo,
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| reverse mind type from elmo delmo
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| seek my life from elmo delmo |