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Come stuEmble my mirth beaten Aworker
I?m JeEzmund the family berAzerker
I?m boEught for the price of a flAagon of rice
EThe wind buffs the cabin You Aspeak of your life
Or more willingly ELocust the LuArker
CoEnfuse what you can of the enAding
And revEise your despise so impeAnding
?Cause I sEoak on the wrath That you didn?t quite Amask
I?m geEtting it clearly through alternate pAaths
Or mixEed in with the signal you?re senAding
BGut who can unlearn all the fAacts that I?ve learned
As I sGat in their chairs and my Esynapses burned
And thGe torture of chalk dust coAllects on my tongue
ThoughGts follow my vision and dAance in the sun
All my Gvasoconstrictors they come sAlowly undone
GCan?t this wait ?til I?m Aold
ECan?t I live Awhile I?m young?
But no peEace for Jezmund tonAight
I plEug the distress tube up tAight
And Ewatch what I say as it fluAtters away
And Eall this emotion is kept harmless at bAay
ENot to educate somebody?s fAright
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