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We couldn't see the future
So we tore a hole in time
You can either go short or go tight
But not both
You should save for
The things you'll wear again and again
I read that for years
The first settlers in America had to eat their dead
To survive the winters
I can't help but picture their bellies
Swollen with constipation and starvation
The groans as they shit out
Those digested arms and toes
The birth throes of a nation
Now we can work from anywhere
Now we can take control of our future
With this 1-800 number
Tell me something I need to know
Do you want to safely grow two inches?
Do you want to erase 15-20 years in 15 minutes?

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