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Morning calls for pain relief, A line above the step beneath The worst that you could do. And the best that you could hope for Is hardly the best.
Tepid water chase your pills with turpentine and chamomile And don't be cheap on the wine. You need to be up All of the time.
Shield your eyes, Conceal your lies.
Don't blink. Everyone's watching. They'll think you're up to something. They need for you to be Everything they cannot Be themselves.
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