pet sounds filling pet peeve void's
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black and white tv with the sound turned down
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is it mono or stereo?
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lending aneurysm satisfaction in the
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fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile
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trick ourselves in portable stanzas
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black russian throated on this
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guillotine cancer
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how steep we are
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but there's just no telling
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just no telling
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savion is under heel clicking
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morse code through movie stills again
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the sky had blackened with carrion birds
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pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
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through the tepid burlesque
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their mouths were parched with excess thirst
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bridge and chorus candy curse
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still they snag through the strepthroat verse
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pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
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black and white tv with the sound turned down
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like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child
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if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
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in this bed of nails you make
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how steep
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how steep we are
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