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a funny pilgrim on a crazy crusadea saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaidwhittled with an exacto knifeplum right through my load bearing wall
I'm horrified now that I could do such a thingbut I thought I saw the singer
I've heard those chimes so many other timesbut if I gave in, it had to of been
I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoonsince I gave in, it had to of beensince I gave in, I hope it had to been
I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist
I might be a subrealist, but I can't substantiateit was bigger than me and I felt like a sick childdragged by a donkey, through the myrtle
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