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Norma Jean - Face:face
New Lyric:
You and me tie ourselves on to the railway
Tugging on things that catch us up
Sitting off things that fly us down the freeway
Blowing our brew from plastic cups
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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