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Does it come in cages?Does it come in threes?Shipping
on our timeShipping on our seasNever the
carpetNever the keyArt can fail youNot for me
to believeAnd I won’t be leavin’And everyone
can seeThere’s a dirty cheque stubI know, I know
they’re freeAnd from all the fuck upsLies to
it’s kneesTheir heels are burningSo eat a piece or
threeBut I don’t really want to think about those
things anymoreNo I really don’t want to think about those
thingsI really don’t want to think about those things
anymoreI die when I think about those thingsWas it central mavens?Was it making me itch?The
kitchen’s, the kitchen’s comesThe future, the future
creamsAnd I’ll be sailingBut missing the
cheeseTime this hourSo far we’re freeAnd
we’re all connectedAs anyone can seeGet it all
connectedKnow what I meanAnd they love the
doctorsFor their shabby kneesI was struck from the
outsideLooking for my fleasBut I don’t really
want to think about those things anymoreI really don’t
want to think about those thingsI really don’t want to
think about those things anymoreI die when I think about
those thingsI really don’t want to think about those
things anymoreI really don’t want to think about those
thingsI really don’t want to think about those things
anymoreI die when I think about those thingsIs
it super connected?It’s time to leaveIs it
super connected?It’s time to leaveSuper
connected