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Penguin spins the caviar... Trois rouge. We drown it quick it
hatches. We wash it down with absynthe, spit it out roses. Captain
turns the hoses on the crowd. We're on a cloud, we're on our
knees, we're all the songs our fathers taught us. Still the band
plays on (relieved!). locked up all their daughters, deep down,
in the hold. We're much too old and much too drunk to hold a
conversation. Too far to see the mountain waving through the crack
that was the