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"We watched her fall over and lay down
Shouting the poetic truths
Of high school journal keepers
Row house, row house pass thru
Let the city rise up
Twister, dust buster, hospital bed
I'll see you see you see you on the highway
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom
Miss Seafood, Miss Cheesecake
A couple of Miss Donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to the throat
Of your reflected image
Poised, yet totally screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, step right up"
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