no more confectionaries call my dentist say good-bye to the gold lame no more funny games it's time to welcome this lame age. while escaping the pleasurre dome it's time for a new policy. it's not like that. all of us agree to arrange a new lottery no handicaps and no odds in a blind contest of short straws. long straws outnumber short straw one of three one of you must die so the rest can live. it's not like that. this is how it works we've chosen who's right and who's worse consumption is now a curse but why are the choosers already chosen. it's not like that it's just that this one cuts too close.
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