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Inside your bus conscious; Is this submarine nauseous?

Is it all just confused like Confucius?

I'm throwing spoons into the fuscia!

We're always there to lose ya! (in the end)



It's great to see you there at last, in the land mass.



They'll never clone my bones.

They can't learn to rob houses from Home Alone.

I'll carry the croaking heart.

Never tally the smoking charts.

Driveway Dave imitated his idol.

I'm not defending the title.



Let's keep this a secret.

I'll never even tell it apart.

One from the other, or two from the broth, er.

I'm your stock broker, as long as you don't woke her

up.



Pivot! Pivot!

You pick a life, and you just live it.

You twist the knife in, but I won't give in.

Alive through all of this.

(Just) Live through all of this mess.

..But don't ever confess to it.

That'll only suggest a bit.



(Just) Surpass the rest of the last of this,

Then get down like a magic kiss.

Peter, you're teetering too close to the precipice.

I'd miss. (If I were you.)