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also buffet: Son of a Sailor
Phish: chaldust torture
(who can unlearn all the facts that i've learned?
I've sat in the chair, as my synappses burned.
The torture of chalkdust collects on my toung.
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun.
while my vassoconstirctors, they come slowly undone.
can't this wait til i'm old, can't i live while I'm young?
CAN'T I LIVE WHILE I'M YOUNG!)
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