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lovely pretty girls tied up in angles, limited echoes trailing your shadows. a weightless distance, a heavy closeness. we forget ourselves and let it all go. inhale exhaust pipe. don't you wanna know what goes on inside that man's head? you poor thing, you accident, you train wreck, you bar fight, poison control hotline dial tone. you are a victim of progress, you are a product of movement, you are a hole in the dessert, we buy 'high' and sell 'low'. you’re a product of movement, you’re an endles tradition, you’re a house full of furnishings, you are alive to not think. you're a rope in the trees, you eloped with the wrong man, you wore foxes in your hair, you wanna know why your sores weep? …you’re a huge black cloud raining shit down on everything.

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