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I can almost taste outer space
Surgery, breathalyzer
Are we clear on the glare's lava
Praying up through the flowers
For another remake of
Dog of Flanders
For a friendly discussion with a vendor
Is that your real soul
You're playing a game with there
Or did we play the same card
From the community chest
The whitest print
On the palest of backgrounds
You can only see
When the blackberry juice
Falls from your chin
