| inanimational items elude I, and
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| in-an-emotional-motion I swallow my motive of quicker location is slammed
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| my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin
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| they call me Dim
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| i am the Dim Locator,
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| Dim Locator
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO
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| intriquintomitry treads on my trail
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| entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types
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| who later are packed in a cast IRON trunk
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| these things have been known, to get out of their wraps
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| don’t call me Dim
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| i am the Dim Locator,
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| Dim Locator
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW
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| LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW, WOWWWWWW!
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| fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of friends who fall foul of my files trip and BreakNeck
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| are stacked in the woodshed for further good use
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| there’s some certain people who shouldn’t start fires
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| so call me Dim!
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| i am the Dim Locator!
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| Dim Locator!
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| DON’T CALL ME DIM!
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| i am the Dim Locator
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| DON’T CALL ME DIM!
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| i am the Dim Locator
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| DON’T CALL ME DIM! |