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Playboy, the S**t
Lambchop
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Something's wrong with the air conditioning
Perhaps I should notify the commission
Of a better condition
Of a glowing rendition
A calmer time
A more sustained note
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My air is blowing and it's not too cool
I smoke, I dream, I cough, I drool
Yesterday was hot and I was not
It's been over a week since we've run out of pot
And now I'm sleeping with germs
This memory's a dying ember
That gets kicked around in the dirt
Till the black becomes grey
Becomes dismay
Just like you said it would
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Mr. Langley, would you mind
If we all just took a little time
To understand the lines between us?
You may be disappointed
But this place is so disjointed
There's little difference between
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My hands and a hole in the ground
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Weird
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You understand, don't you?
Mr. Langley
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You understand, don't you?
Mr. Langley
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You understand, don't you?
Mr. Langley
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