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Sits savouring her sole Ryvita
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Always never on my mind
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Dice Clay is true poetry
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Your ritual everyday, a mild shower soak in aftershave
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Everyone is prefect and you're so lame
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Eyes for teeth grating over me
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Everything must go
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Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths
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Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
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Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
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Another moment of joy pain and sorrow
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Winter lovers, winter trees
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Shed some skin for the fear within
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Never got past sleepy Moscow
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When did you decide that sleep could save your life
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