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Vinyl smash Downloads crash Cellphone drop Robots stop This is a 1980 train Cassette revival therapy Mobile shake Laptops break Robots stop Robots stop It's just not how it used to be Cassette revival therapy

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Laura buys the times, every day for the obituary page, and looks for people that she's known, looks for people that she hated, and she goes to their funerals, wearing bright red lingerie, laughs out loud at the spouse, then throws rice like its a wedding, When the candy girls come with their long tongues, staring at the pinpricks on our arms, the surgeons look grim once again, as they're slicing off our limbs we'll shout (hoorah!), the tax assessor sings in silence as he takes another swig, we'll all dance like one-hundred legionnaires, with black boots and golden ribbons in our hair, we'll sing tra-la, (tra-la-la-la), and the goody-goody boys, with their bright and shining loins, learn their lines without having rehearsed, with sharply sculpted jaws, the girls applaud, they'll be breaking every law we've jut enforced, of course of course, we'll have a gay divorce, they'll make mince, because it could be worse, we'll always pray for sun and landmines, 'til the radiation deadline's off our ass (tra-la-la-la), They turned the technicolor off, we watched the clocks around us stop, she rammed a finger down my spine, and then the world went (x5), up, and then the world went up, and then the world went

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. . . German . . . you don't want to share, you don't want to write, you don't want to think, you don't, what's the matter, . . . German . . . Julie what's the matter?