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conscious pilot - roman architecture lyrics

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roman architecture, falls, roman architecture, falls, roman architecture, falls down
mary, the wife, takes her kitchen knife and places it inside of poor richard
francis the third traded his dad for turf until his poor guts were exploding
evil knievel does stunts for the people, and they watch his bones break so slowly
on a screen, he tells me that he seems to believe that we’re

falling down
falling down
falling down

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the architect sits upon a list of books he’s read
and time, it replies, stop digging up things we’ve left behind

what’s gone is gone
what’s gone is gone

and i recall picking up sticks of caviar to spoon them in
the mouths of all the proletariat workers at the ball

the cartier
the cartier

i insist, by these strips of molten bliss that we were stoned
and in time so far, these bits of caviar, i thought they’d been deboned
time replies, but the architect denies that we were
falling down
falling down
falling down

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