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we need just one more man, to get this done right, as soon as he shows up we'll make her airtight

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the spirit was broken, two decades ago, the damage it lingers, the scars they still show

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where most planes keep flying, spy-drones tend to stay, these eyes in the skies don't need hugs, love, or play

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the sky isn't falling, the plates are still whole, so let's hit the streets while we're still fucking swoll

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the pieces are scrambled, the puzzle is tough, I knew I'd be bad at this domestic stuff

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the desert is calling with a quiet voice, to heed it or not is a terrible choice

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dance now my hearties, make joy while you may, but if you don't clean up there'll be hell to pay

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against all wise judgment, I keep my heart sealed, believe me it's better than some marriage deal

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these sharp toenail clippings, that litter the floor, they need to be swept up and flung out the door

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v stands for victory, and not valentine, it is for peace but not love that I pine

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humans could flourish, our strong race would shine, if we'd but stop saying “I want that” and “Mine”

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my toes they are cold but the rest it is snug, please come now dear feet and get under this rug

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this nail it gets chewed down, to a sore wet nub, whenever I search for my spiritual hub

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give the gift of one who cares – skip the lift and take the stairs

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the fork came back messy, my pride was nigh ruined, abaft of a courtship with one who but swooned

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if crisis should loom, where none would be spared, we'd ignore the gloom and pretend we're not scared

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the rule is quite simple – make not muss nor fuss – it's worth more than jewels for it lives within us

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he lost an ID in fair Flagstaff AZ, en route with him devil – Amigo was he

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these trousers are tight, they pinch in the britches, I swear though and vouch that they're tops with the bitches

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what's curses to me, is joys to my brother, but fortunately we are not one another

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a whiteness is stacked up on rooftop above, good thing we've got jacket and mitten and glove

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there's no way of knowing, when anger will strike, if mommy's been drinking, and I don't breath right

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the greater the struggle, the harder the fall; wealth makes Man awful, unfit for a stall