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When the cardboard cowboy dreams in his cornucopia
Opens up the sky and blows my mind to the cornucop
Pouring open rich and low, empty me of every glow
Leaving me transfixed and raving in the wake of a hammer blow
On my way out of town, I stumbled on the shards of a hungry screen
And bubbled up into the phantom circle
Where the power in mist goes scene
Where Mr
Right's violino dangers on the tips of lasers' lines
And the paranoid re-entry blanket man sleeping on a slickshot crime
As my password world unravels, I grab a wish to hide
From the luthilanthropist with his magic lips so wide
Finding out the price we pay comes down to us below
Watching as the data shows flavor in the heat of reality's blow
For a minute, doomed from arrival
Through hell, toward the nether cell
Against a wall into the spell of the future is the best to tell
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