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From ivory towers to the streets of Paris the hopeful and hopeless devour what they've gathered they all want their chance on the parade but on epsilon streets it only rains erroneous stale induced calm of tropical hibiscus and cool lemon grass in neat little packaging and the suits milk their crops and shout make me king! yeah one day I'll be king! and none of this will mean anything! and the lions will all be tamed! because they all want their chance their chance on the parade the young and the widowed the lonely the echos our self induced coma oh god give him soma! oh give him some functionality his cold lips feel no reason to breathe the reason the treason vociferous silence   buy one get one free or sit there in silence because everything's on offer there's nothing to scoff at the birth of today for the death of tomorrow
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:15 AM UTC
The Parade
From ivory towers to the streets of Paris the hopeful and hopeless devour what they've gathered they all want their chance on the parade but on epsilon streets it only rains erroneous stale induced calm of tropical hibiscus and cool lemon grass in neat little packaging and the suits milk their crops and shout make me king! yeah one day I'll be king! and none of this will mean anything! and the lions will all be tamed! because they all want their chance their chance on the parade the young and the widowed the lonely the echos our self induced coma oh god give him soma! oh give him some functionality his cold lips feel no reason to breathe the reason the treason vociferous silence   buy one get one free or sit there in silence because everything's on offer there's nothing to scoff at the birth of today for the death of tomorrow
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josh-harrison
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:15 AM UTC
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