a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

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overprescribed, under the mister, we had survived to, turn on the history channel, and ask our esteemed panel, why are we alive?, and here's how they replied, you're what happens when two substances collide, and by all accounts you really should have died, stretched out on a tarmac, six miles south of north platte, he can't stand to look back, at sixteen tons of hazmat, it's what goes undelivered, undelivered, boom boom boom boom boom, it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left, it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left, of the what, of the head to the left, so exercise yourselves to your bereft, 'cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the, of the, to the, splayed out on a bath mat, six miles north of south platte, he just wants his life back, what's in that paper knapsack, it's what goes undelivered, undelivered, it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left, a nervous tic motion of the head, head to the left, it's a nervous tic motion of the, of the, to the, left, it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the, of the, of the head of the head to the, over imbibed, under the mister, barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel, though the words we speak are banal, now one of them's a lie, now one of them's a lie, you're what happens when two substances collide, and by all accounts you really should have died