Psychoreal
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she's clenching her breasts to make 'em look biggernnbut i don't care i'm happy just to be herenninside her confiding biding our timennwith one eye on the futurennand the other on that thing that she's doinnnwe've only just begun and me left-handednnyou fresh off the farm smelling of buttercups and ancient lacennlets bop till we drop then drag ourselves to denny's for the midnight menunnwe've only just begun this vegetarian pactnnthis life without cigarettesnnmaybe tonight we'll smoke the pavement for old times sakennmaybe tomorrow i'll get a job...nnnnyou can be my godnnpsychorealitynnnni am the undecided onennare you the force that you deny?nnmelting under the boiling sunnnnnyou can be my godnnpsychorealitynnnn???nnnnare you the freak who's life was missednnwatching the crispy bacon testnndig down in everyone's lie you arennnnyou can be my godnnpsychoreality

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