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And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, pay packet lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gun ships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
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Ohayo!!!
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