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Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates, |
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Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine. |
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Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do? |
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Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove? |
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Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane, |
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I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays. |
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Are you mourning for an era, |
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When your blood sang and your head trilled? |
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Are you wading a nightmare scape, |
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Over valleys through inkjet lakes? |
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Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates, |
|
Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine. |
|
Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do? |
|
Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove? |
|
Time's a frivolous display. Time is a presidential waste. |
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I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays. |
|
Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane, |
|
I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays. |
|
Are you mourning for an era, |
|
When your blood sang and your head trilled? |
|
Are you wading a nightmare scape, |
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Over valleys through inkjet lakes? |
