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lifeless antennae on rooftops abound, they watch look and listen to all that's around

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archetypes flourish, so set in their order, both thin crust and deep dish they march to set beats

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how deeply he slumbers, with long hair and tooth, that man who mistakes his weak lies for the Truth

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talking loud for all to hear, on phone of eye, all listening swear they wish he'd die

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it's not fine Glen Livet, so please don't pooh-pooh, it's just plain old Bailey's one drinks from a shoe

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her face is a train-wreck, and one leg's a stump, the only nice feature is a well-shaped rump

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man still uses tool, and kid keep on learning, so yes dude, it's cool, keep him big wheels turning

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we're in this together, we've little to lose, so oil up your compass and dust off the clues

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her anger is rising, it's palpably near, deep-rooted in selfishness, sadness, and fear

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the big boss just walked in – much later than due – all reeking of brisket and white wine and glue