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[Aesop
Count for me...thanks

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[Aesop
Well any asshole with a book of can light a fire fresh
that sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the culture's bigot, baked in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and nature but recognize ballot
And sappy ballads fill the void
game's in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's asking you to the narc, brother!)
Hmm, fashion
I'll my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in
Realigned mine in divine justice
Plus uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone legs and dim poems
Ten Zen crafts
Things cooperate like paper dog litigans
Picket well or ride or burner style
with the basics
P-H to burn the malice martyrs spaceless
fabricate daytrips
I want to be the halo that off the brain
Of the genius who some pictures deserved frames
(God and I are on a first basis)
Yeah I call him God, he calls me
When I my religion, he fell to pieces
Blade, dragon, up creek
Interrupting a devil
Starfighter settling to
I my ghoul spirit concealed
Until the warriors return to the Coney Wonder Wheel

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My momma told me there'd be days this
Days like this, days like this, days like (yes she did)

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[Aesop
Okay, tell me who you chill with and I'll you who you are
I walk a with a leash attached to your freak seminar
It's a modern sensation on the boulevard of
To sweep your broken hopes under the then hug the playpen
This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a jacket
A maverick classed in a category
They had him with a tattered glory division
(I devil drink dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a whiskey
It's like, nine o'clock (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then my dental tree
The clear day's laced with a classic mother thunderchaser set
That got my wings wet
Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the
I dance with shuckles while you man the keyhole code
I've done my chores according to schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and working the pedals
Metal edge kings that to rapel the pebble
Kettle screaching out the
I live to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to until my Cleopatra
(Major) dispersed slap on the wrist
For the tennants lacking the arms to the rarity of thick friendship
with a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each beneath the
I'ma call home until the rock meets the

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