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by Tom Simpson Mining for Doom I live by the fire of hell I drink molten lava and vomit blood Rejoice in my despair For reason keeps the sound and the smell of your fart From the flowers to the sky From the rivers to the moon All is weak in training for the Olympics Shut up, shut up and sleep Leafy Greens Drifting softly over the jagged rock Leaping to your feet while tied to a tree Nature plays with your teeth as you smile Leaving spinach in obvious sight Life's Darts Throw your head back and scream Raise your arms in the air Keep your feet on the floor The people don't care Gamble and play and drink from your life Don't chew the ice cubes |
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