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Too Busy While Not Thinking

a cellar full of corpses thirsty bottles and a skinful of salt too busy while not thinking and last night is too distant to recall wi' no purpose there's no need the sound perimeters are all brand new I don't know, but that's what they all say taking pride in the rising street value just doing your job, solemn statue of clay just doing your job, now that our love has had its day digital currency online but you can only touch it on this page wake up, love, kill the dreamer with the house not paid, our bed has been made just doing your job, with a mouthful of cake just doing your job, now that our love has had its day now that our love has had its day

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Book: Shattered Sighs