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In all our haunted houses Are ghosts just wrapped in sheets And the vampires and werewolves Havent been seen in weeks We diagnosed the children Who heard voices in their rooms Now all they do is paint the walls In crayola crayon hues And the monsters under our stairs and beds Seek refuge in our closets As we boiled imagination down To vibrations in quartz deposits
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Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC
The End of Imagination
In all our haunted houses Are ghosts just wrapped in sheets And the vampires and werewolves Havent been seen in weeks We diagnosed the children Who heard voices in their rooms Now all they do is paint the walls In crayola crayon hues And the monsters under our stairs and beds Seek refuge in our closets As we boiled imagination down To vibrations in quartz deposits
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Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC
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