magic

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at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew

come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do

then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine

is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene

is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go

check to see that nobody is escaping to desolation row....


....


between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow

and nobody has to think too much about desolation row...


....

 
right now i can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no

not unless youre mailin' from, desolation row 


 
 




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