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| Does it come in cages?
Does it come in threes?
Shipping on our time
Shipping on our seas
Never the carpet
Never the key
Art can fail you
Not for me to believe
And I won’t be leavin’
And everyone can see
There’s a dirty cheque stub
I know, I know they’re free
And from all the fuck ups
Lies to it’s knees
Their heels are burning
So eat a piece or three
But I don’t really want to think about those things anymore
No I really don’t want to think about those things
I really don’t want to think about those things anymore
I die when I think about those things
Was it central mavens?
Was it making me itch?
The kitchen’s, the kitchen’s comes
The future, the future creams
And I’ll be sailing
But missing the cheese
Time this hour
So far we’re free
And we’re all connected
As anyone can see
Get it all connected
Know what I mean
And they love the doctors
For their shabby knees
I was struck from the outside
Looking for my fleas
But I don’t really want to think about those things anymore
I really don’t want to think about those things
I really don’t want to think about those things anymore
I die when I think about those things
I really don’t want to think about those things anymore
I really don’t want to think about those things
I really don’t want to think about those things anymore
I die when I think about those things
Is it super connected?
It’s time to leave
Is it super connected?
It’s time to leave
Super connected
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