.That fine fever brought us here
Lambasted eyeballs
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers
You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street
Just kidding
You don't have.
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