they'd call it a wasteland
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auslander plates
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you know its armor was human
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drove stakes into the main camps
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eyesockets sank into
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the back of its head again
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this frequency was jet lagged
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yes the wrinkles mate
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was the owner's manual
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frequent flyers in denial
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and all the while
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emergency is evident
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revenants were the statues
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radar learning of huddles masses
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sutured all the patience
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of this nursing home
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emitted from the pages
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of this burial ground
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labor concentrated
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in this sheepless chapel
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they call it a wasteland
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Mannequin Republic
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| At The Drive-In |
