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Turning back ten thousand years, It's all a blur where the taxis go. Monster man a willing friend, Lucy serves the melon cold. Violent and delicious souls, Four red trucks dressed illegally, Mother knows how the bugle blows. Gonna get caught, gonna get caught, Gonna get caught in her rug, babe. This is not a conclusion, No revolution, Just a little confusion On where your head has been. Boats made out of paper float, Dreams made up for the Banana King. Darling! Crumbs you have lapped freely of, Devious we all ahve been. Violent and delicious souls Violent and delicious couls. This is not a conclusion, No revolution, Just a little confusion On where your head has been |
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