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she twist around your fingerslike false colored racecarshalter top and sweatbandforehead window greaseshe rode up on his shoulderslike speedtrap forest treesyou're sterile and I needto change my sheetsupside down and sideways casterstation wagon superchargerwired up to sitcomswith your parent's pocket changethey die when they cant keep the gradea page three shamethey never saw their birthdaysnever tried to get aroundjust more scraping sounds
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