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edward's brain was like the books
you could not answer when he looked
he's a frozen-in-the-act man, sour too
take off your pads because he likes the wounds
he said that some dung-eaters were not news
i know that isn't true
the sidewalks are flat and so are the streets
but the dirt below is under where they lead
it's moving like the waves of The Hoodoo Sea
the boulders are mist the networks don't exist
i'll let you know if there's something you missed
i know he said your problems are not new
i don't think i'd complain if i were you
he flies through the skies and telescope mirrors
but your date with him is in 500 years
he'll wonder what's happened to his old sib
who flattened her out and gave her a trim
it happened outside of formula's whim
and the columns of water will be 7000 feet high
i'll tell you right now i figured it out
i don't know a thing and that's alright with me
this suit is coming off someday, you'll see
the forests will burn and the sparrows will sing
the midway can be found right down the street