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I saw a hologram at the theme She looked as real as me the white fog Then she down to her ankles Turned into a million candle If I knew where she went, I follow
Walking the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, plastic In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
I was riding on a motorbike Lion of Judah painted on the
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play China shops and cold ivory I and I make toast to the Forcing the dregs of Decembers
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Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling close but my distance On all fours, just so insistent Fills my mouth with jump and slit wrists Bust through the firewall into
And I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses falling the sky
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