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App

They have an app for everything

Apply this apple application vigorously

I need an app for this confusion

Where’re all the apps for my delusions

Hallucinations seem pretty nice

But I rather control them with an app

Delirium is no friend of mine

They control it with an app

All of these buttons produce bad business

You’re the ones who push them, I’m the witness

They take their pictures with an app

Photoshop the eye of the beholder

It’s the witching hour

They shout it from the watchtower

They climb up and down the ladder

They train the cruelest adders

With or without an app

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lucy-tonic
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Jul 18, 2012
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