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Large men eatin muffins.\\\nThe thoughts divides the mind, behind the broken line.\\\nThousands of evil lines on parade.\\\nSelf sacrificing on each eachothers blades.\\\nWhen the reckoning has come,\\\nthey just wanna go home.\\\nI live in a nice cottage on the country side.\\\nSo, many laws I can't abide by.\\\nBattered milk and endsless horns.\\\nCan't wait to someone innocent scorn.\\\nNow the happy days have gone, said someone who had nowhere to belong.\\\nI don't know where west or east lies.\\\nSomewhere between the silver lines.\\\nSo many people far from home.\\\nBelonging on their balconies.\\\nAnd trapped within their own desires, setting themselves on fires.\\\nHow often must a blind man lie, when he falls past the many clouds in the sky.\\\nI don't know who, I don't know when.\\\nSome football guy is always named Glenn.\\\nIt is a bad name.\\\nI think.\\\nIt sounds like somebody at an hockey-rink.\\\nAll humans lost their vapid shoes.\\\nAnd hung themselves in God's noose.\\\nI waited til the end was over.\\\nNow it is already in October.\\\nBottled wine and China jeans.\\\nSweatshops belongs all over the scenes.\\\nMy grand visions will abide by floors next to me resides.\\\nSo happy, that I'm finally gone, said lots of people, who lost to no one.\\\nFinally sausages come along to clean up from all the headstrung.\\\nSo often than their thoughts have died, that I often find them to reside in their own homes, where the call their own phones.\\\nAnd I listen to their conversations.\\\nWhere trains pass by the train stations.\\\nAnd birds flock into their homes, where own they themselves are home alone.\\\nLet people rob them of all they gott.\\\nAnd tell me about their bambuskott.\\\nThe egyptologist spoke to the paintings on the wall,\\\nand finally now, they heed his call.\\\nHe soon part of them become.\\\nSo that he finally can go where ihe belongs.\\\nHe belongs in the netherworld\\\nWith long glances trapping any bird.\\\nFleeing as they caw.\\\nThey all have pulled their last straw.\\\nAt home nobody's answering.\\\nThey finally found the last known thing.\\\nA burrito wrapped in white.\\\nLike stars glowing in the endless night.\\\nIt's a sause that leaks out from the sides. Gray matter, white matter.\\\nLike a brain they divides their think so that one of us few,\\\ncan count on trusting myself too.\\\nAll nights have gone.\\\nThe endless sun\\\nShines on my shirt, and blurs my skirt.\\\nBut I¨m a man I don't wear skirts, I'd rather wear something else\\\nfirst. If I had to choose. A blanket wrapped in a trapped moose.\\\nWhose hoves have stamped into the ground, and finally rested from being found by\\\nhunters looking for a life, to kill, with their guns and their hunting knives.\\\nTheir wives are waiting at home.\\\nAnd talk to eachother in telephones.\\\nSomewhere a women is calling home, to someone who is all alone\\\nWatching television, looking for their shoes.\\\nTo go out soon, and let herself loose.\\\n\\\nHumans all have lost their minds.\\\nOne always think that the passage of time would make them all wiser.\\\nBut they rather have weissbier.\\\nIt is a kind of a drink, that you can't buy in a hockey-rink, beccause they don't server alcohol.\\\nThey often fins themselves at fault.\\\nI don't know where I belong.\\\nI never wrote this stupid song.\\\nTo begin with everyone toegether\\\nThey join in fire lines.\\\nAnd scorn eachother, from nickels to dimes.\\\nI saw them wear their skirts at wore,\\\nlike they never had done anything else before.\\\nAnd all I thought was that I was lost.\\\nA meaningless symbol of life's costs.\\\nAnd I would have no time to run,\\\nand no one else has found my gun, behind the wall\\\nin the waterfalls\\\nof time and places that I can't recall\\\nBehind they broken silver wall\\\nof humans that have built their last\\\nlocation to cherish their own past.\\\nI don't know why\\\nI don't know when\\\nBut the hockey guy, is always named Glenn.\\\nFor reasons that I can't understand.\\\nI'm gonna go get a nice smoothie to blend.\\\nIt should have some berries in it\\\nand when I look at my navel, I don't see anyone else is looking at it, unless I kind of look around, and waiting for some eyes to be found\\\nthat look at my navel\\\nWhere can I hide it?\\\nFrom the people that watch.\\\nI have to protect myself, at any cost.\\\n\\\nA hundred thousand teeth lie white on the floor.\\\nI can't stand it anymore.\\\nThe problem was Al Gore.\\\nHe politicized the climate thing.\\\n- So republicans now are fleeing the thing that keeps everyone up at night.\\\nAnd everyone's tired of fighting.\\\nEachother\\\nI hope\\\nAt least\\\nSoon enough\\\nIt will be something that everyone scoffs\\\nat.\\\nI think.\\\nDown by they hockey-rink.\\\n\\\nHumans trapped behind their eyes.\\\nAnd can't find out eachothers lies.\\\nThey keep themselves awake at night.\\\nThey always bring a gun to their gun fight.\\\nAnd knifes they always bring too.\\\nThey enven brought one for you.\\\nI think.\\\nSaid the lady in pink.\\\nShe has a pretty weird hair.\\\nI think.\\\nShe doesn't belong their.\\\nShe doesn't belong anywhere.\\\nShe has a really big head.\\\nI don't know how she can fit it into her own bed.\\\nIt's the largest head, that I have seen.\\\nIt's even larger than my own spleen.\\\nI think.\\\nI'm not really good at internal anatomy.,\\\nWho am I to speak obout those subjects at hand.\\\nI don't know ehre this conversation will land.\\\nIt will perhaps land in my own hair.\\\nWhich I spray with thoughts and underwear\\\nOf human souls that all have left, but not before they commit theft, by taking all that wasn't found,\\\nand bringing it to all behind\\\nthey vapid lines that make up countries.\\\nThey always kill themselves, to get bounties.\\\nThey wouldn't really know where to land.\\\nA compliment, so often backhanded.\\\nAnd thoughts, that have been stranded.\\\nAnd lost for good.\\\nIn hollywood.\\\nOn the television screen.\\\nNext to my spleen.\\\nMy spleen is fine.\\\nIt is well taken care of.\\\nI don't care how many beers it has suffered from.\\\n\\\nWhere I left myself hidden\\\nbyhind the wall of time\\\nI often eat\\\na clemetine\\\nAnd I don't know where I looked around\\\ntof find myself\\\nin the shelf\\\nof a store\\\nwhere I bought the clothes I wore.\\\nI'm no attention whore.\\\nI'm a man, so you can't say that about me\\\nI think.\\\nAt the hockey-rink.\\\n\\\nThe egyptologist\\\nThe night will end soon\\\nOver the horizon, you can find the moon.\\\nIt lies there waiting\\\nbaiting with closed fist\\\nIn the pocket of their pants\\\nA ... lack of elegance\\\nBloody fists\\\nare going home\\\nalone on their telephones\\\nI waited til the earth stood still\\\nI don't want to have a bacill\\\nFrom the corona virus\\\nA girl named miley cyrus\\\nIs waiting there at home\\\nOn the telephone\\\nAll alone\\\nHidden from the lights of the street\\\nWhere the fights haven't met the meet of the beef\\\nIn the beets of the road\\\nI'm being told\\\nTHat anyone there is to be kept\\\nfrom the atmosphere\\\nOf deceit and lies\\\nWhere no abides by the laws\\\nof men that have shut their jaws\\\nAnd wandered into the bit\\\nof the large fish\\\non a stick\\\na fish stick.\\\n\"]],\"start1\":0,\"start2\":0,\"length1\":0,\"length2\":6715}]"
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