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I am the heart surgeon's hand, working on his audience in cardiac arrest, But this ***** it's beating, slowly, I need to speed it up, Actors surround me in latex gloves, ***** and cut with utensils I pick to **** The Epi, The Myo, The Endo, Three layers my gloves must fold under, We must prevent sudden cardiac death, To notice drama through superior atria, To hear oxygenated emotion through the body, As long as they're breathing, hearts pumping, the performance is at play.
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
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I am the heart surgeon's hand, working on his audience in cardiac arrest, But this ***** it's beating, slowly, I need to speed it up, Actors surround me in latex gloves, ***** and cut with utensils I pick to **** The Epi, The Myo, The Endo, Three layers my gloves must fold under, We must prevent sudden cardiac death, To notice drama through superior atria, To hear oxygenated emotion through the body, As long as they're breathing, hearts pumping, the performance is at play.
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
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