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Give him a uniform in plum to reassociate in jest
Hand him a nickel-plated Christ-disaster mess
Crank and cry
No response from discovery lane
We're the last to choke
We're the last to choke
Call in appropriated hands
So they may beautify our mild
Flying in wicker men through cheap, revolted crowds
Buried in out-of-focus conversation clouds
Some of them won't even break stride up out of the hunting ground
Crank and cry
No response from discovery lane
We're the last to choke
We're the last to choke
We're the last to choke
We're the last to choke
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