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wake up, it's seven o'clock on the dotgot the achesto raise you need a crutchnouriture, nurture the vulturefacin' up to mano-a-mano cultureno chance for algofobiapissin' on suburbiasnail living keeps tempo so stagnantrush for the bus, it's ussmell the fragrance !huddle down the alleys, floodin' the stairwellsif that won't break your shellastro city will ! !nine o'clock, followed by the tragic tenone hour of tortureseven more by thencollegiate bluff, it's gonna turn you offbosses crawlin'working ants, got their ears heated offpicture them in cahootsjust a bunch of toodle-loo fruits/ three piece suitsby twelve...everyday blitzkrieg, everyday
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