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Engraved in the Name
Tom tickles the trilobites while you and I talk
The man stalks after his prey by walking the walk
Painting the walls, setting the stage for a great assault
Asking questions that will lead him to the greatest and most worthy remark
That replaces it all with a new face altogether
The atmosphere has an eerie presence, as if a column were approaching
Sky green, mind on better things
The grass is always greener when there's no divide
Remain spiteful and feel the spike of a damaged pride
I lost myself in the forest the other night,
And still haven't recovered my sides
All cause I left the aviatrix to ride...
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