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Once, there was a time your lungs they billowed out smoke.
We all know where there is smoke there is fire and fire burns hope.
Now, you choke on your dope and you coax things up your nose.
Your Midas touch for molotavs can't be blamed on your Popov Love or whites or life.
Ok, alright?
They're dishing free hand jobs for the lubricated mobs tonight.
You do the three-digit fidget wishing you could be the vision they bite.
You'll slap the booby-trap and laugh.
In turn it'll slap you back but you'll learn.
All systems gun, you're the chosen one.
The rocket ship it leaves tonight.
Pack light.
Bem, bem, boneca (babydoll), you're my velvet teen; sleek just like a pretty kitty.
We adore you. Three cheers for you.
"Space is our last saving grace!"
Dehydrated food air sealed packed for two months numb look for Love in solar system XB-12 mission priority as you leave the whole planet hoping...
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track released January 1, 2010
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