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Cuba, where are your wings? Have you lost your umph? Coconuts, bananas and sugar cane, all taken by the time you get there. Where are the lines on the highway? Simple lines which guide you. An oxcart here, truck there, person in uniform, whoah. Watch out, do not speak out, do not look like you are full. Confusion lurks in the dark. The light is coming, it has to be coming, the matches are in the next delivery, just wait... wings and matches are coming.
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Nov 25, 2009
Nov 25, 2009 at 8:57 AM UTC
Cuba
Cuba, where are your wings? Have you lost your umph? Coconuts, bananas and sugar cane, all taken by the time you get there. Where are the lines on the highway? Simple lines which guide you. An oxcart here, truck there, person in uniform, whoah. Watch out, do not speak out, do not look like you are full. Confusion lurks in the dark. The light is coming, it has to be coming, the matches are in the next delivery, just wait... wings and matches are coming.
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Nov 25, 2009
Nov 25, 2009 at 8:57 AM UTC
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