LYRICS
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Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stencha bare arithmeticlook for the boy who was hanging his head lowmore trophies and ideasto follow their pretendwith a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his facehe followed with obedience and fell in the nettlesI flew in some spiked meniscusand he bought his own ropeand skipped against the rodedid start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hopedevices man are closedhe lost all his foot holesand with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his facehe followed with obedience and fell in the nettlesFell in the nettles, fell in the nettleshe was a toothpick and the garlicAnd the cinder upon the pubfailed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapseand clinging to the door frame he was trappedafter a reminder of where he had beenwith a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his facethere was nowhere to fleejust had to tent in the nettles
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