| I’ve had it with the present laws of this awful state!
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| The bleeding heart suffers eternally
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| And in the prudishness of my fumbling
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| Feel the impending hump from bending
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| Hump from bending, like a child born in spring
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| I’ll feel it in the sweaty claws grappling with fate
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| Doddering, the aching wait
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| I feel it in the vertebrate and there it festers great
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| The growing gloom that precedes the pain
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| Hump from bending, like a child born in spring
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| I could take it to the government with a doleful face
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| I’ll saunter in with a slothful grace
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| And maybe with my indolence, and your suffering
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| We’ll grow a meaty hump to support the kids
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| Hump from bending, like a child born in spring
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| I woke up from this reverie of standing tall and great
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| I was fastened to the stretching plate
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| And in a helpless glance, well I had to say
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| That that’s what keeps me on the bend to break
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| Hump from bending, like a child born in spring
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| Growing a hump from bending like child born in spring |