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"spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads - heavy oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life whacha say, that you only meant well? well of course you did whacha say, that its all for the best? Because it is whacha say? that it's just what we need you decided this whacha say? what did she say? ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no i don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit"
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