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Something's growing under that
I think a face is
Oh no, the bugs are faces

And you're lost classically
With your nose in a
And it seems so

And perhaps is the end
sought after for so long
And perhaps now it's

'Cause we've
All the dire
Of men and
And turned them all

Our identical
our commands

I cut the moon in
And stuck a through my hair
It made the of my head glow

Golden yellow and then I
Ten on sticks
And placed in my small metal

Bucket and I the other
Half of the to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me I'm gone

'Cause we
All the dire
Of men and
And turned them all
To enjoy

And ourselves
Our paperback
Our looks
Our identical
Composing our

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And we be attractive
Riding in our shiny cars
eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery

we found all the dire dreams
Of men and
And them all around
To them

And ourselves
Our books
Our looks
Our identical
our commands