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I Am An Erect, All-Orange Neon BodyE
We Can Scream Like Wildfires And Dance Like Jet Engines
This Is The Part Where Travis Loses A ToothE
...And There Will Be No More Celebrations In Times SquareE
We, Great Magicians, Decided To Live At This Interstice
Bless Your Lysergic Heart
From The Distance Of A Quarter Or A Weather Balloon, A Bullet Train Runs Through Nine PeopleE
Of Course You Are An Angel Dear, The Only Difference Is That You Hold No Cosmic Weight
Atoms Will Shake Along To The Thrashing Of Waves
These Trees Are Hollow, Wells Split In Half
Your Baby Is Fucking Worthless If It Isn't A DJ (bonus)
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