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Every thought's a
A pack of I cannot tame
wondering who to blame
Now your ride has up lame

full of hate
Fears and all pound the gate
Too early, too late
What is evil, is great?

Pigs are sheep and cats are
And thoughts are of Lincoln Logs
To to the mice and wood
Where black is blue and bad is

Thoughts I keep my money in
some wax and chunks of tin
Forget your name, how to and ignore
The light shining in from under the

Thoughts a thread through a foam device
Liquid and rubber ice
Make a promise, teeth, go to bed
up when you're dead