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| the Morning Bell awoke me too early. why must i spend my Life In A Glasshouse? | |
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| my (radio)head felt Like Spinning Plates and i was hungry as Hunting Bears. i decided to go to market. | |
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| it was hard to enter, i had to Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors. next i had to pusg/push my way through the crowd Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box. | |
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| of course, Pyramid Song was on the over(radio)head muzak. I Might Be Wrong, but i'm pretty sure that was the tune. | |
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| luckily i found the (radio)head cheese lady with her Knives Out giving free samples. then i made my way to the beer aisle, but what an Amnesiac... | |
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| i'd forgotten my Dollars & Cents! i grabbed a six-pack and headed for the door. the manager blocked the exit, but i screamed, "You And Whose Army is going to stop me?!" and ran back home--i think. | |
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