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the fuck in Line Do what the preacher says Get the fuck in line Compensatory slaves Get the fuck in line We give thanks in God's name Marvel at the rocket's
I'm feeling fine All the days that I'd waste Refusing personal space Were only compensatory I was so low down and hung up With nobody to comfort Me into
That hurry through eternal halls, c makeweight flying to the void, Supplemental asteroid, Or compensatory spark, Shoots across the neutral Dark. Man's
erections in His honour Cos we all know a steeple is just a subconscious Compensatory manifestation of a huge, stiff penis And still He tell us that it's
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