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Escape in twelve hours into the shopping list,
I'm just saying what's on my mind, grape soda

And the shadows of the furniture in this cell --
Every day is a mix and match opportunity, dog.

Hey! let's go play some humidity soccer, ring
The giant doorbell and turn into a gnat storm

I'm just staring into the heart of the celery
Forgetting whatever it was made me so... what.