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synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. i'm dressed up for
free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. the figures
in plastic on the wedding cake that i took were so real. and
i kept a distance: the complications cloud the postcards and
blips through fiberoptics, as the girls with the pigtails were
running from little boys wearing bowties their parent bought:
"i'll catch you this time!"
crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
screaming, drunk, disorderly: i'll tell you mine. you were the
one but i can't spit it out when the date's been set. the white
routine to be ingested inaccurately.
synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to
the bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. people
would turn to see who's making the racket. it's not the first
time. when they lay down the fish will swim upstream and i'll
contest but they won't listen when the casualty rate's near 100\%,
and there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving...
crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
screaming, drunk, disorderly: i'll tell you mine. you were the
one but i can't spit it out when the date's been set. the white
routine to be ingested inaccurately.
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