not the typical story a glorious border hoarding all the space the disgrace on your face when you erase yourself i'm sorry you can't take the cake can't bake your brain until spain comes until the rain bums everyone out the shout without words an absurd amount of trout in bouts doubting all credit will be bashed into cash the lasting triumph to bump to grind the rewinding tragedy grabbing again at me the rhymes lining the cages and the inmates at all stages raging against the machine themed to exist to wish bliss on all the patients the patience of a thousand shoes welcome to the blues and i hope you can manage the rest of the rainbow yourself for your health will depend on it the trend will defend itself from shelf life the knife calling you out and wondering as you're wandering in and out of sense whether this side of the fence is really so green or if doubts in between are miscoloring your viewing screen
later carbon daters will look back create a track of today to replay and will say and will wait and wonder the waste the face of what nation to chase itself out but there are answers in these chances and when we rebuild we will fill our bellies with concrete and we will grow solid tall enough for viewing and long enough to make a channel that everyone will watch will catch in two hands and expand to grander designs reminding the lines to stay parallel all the way
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