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bricks are dirty, lakes are deadthe family dog is madbaby brother's science beakers are all brokennow the yard peacocks are all sadboard games are boringmay they rot on the shelfbig brother's at Columbia Universityquote unquote he's tanning beaver peltssubtle as a billboard oh so refinedsmoking through my chimneyburning up this life of mindfree of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothing
I'm free at lastfree of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last ...a chip on the shoulder usually meansthere's wood up abovebut no many at this shiny oblong tableis very, very fibrouspicnic demographics
I'm scorched and cornfedleaning on the banister
I know it's just another 20, 20 years of sweatmaking up his milkdud mindgnawing on a Charleston Chewooh, look inside his hothouse eyessee his budding youthfree of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothing
I'm free at lastfree of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last ...
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