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Lodger complain
Against the lodger in my brain
The flat he's occupied
He's having pains of suicide
They say wait till he sleeps
then duplicate the key
sneak into his head
humor him to death
It's love we harmonize
That wets are appetite
I tried my proper sneak
But the bastard never sleep
Just paces back and forth
As if he's giving birth
He opens up his mouth
A baby Falls right out
Tickled to the gills
He names her Sleeping Pills
It's love we harmonize
That wets are appetite
He swallows her head first
The first act in reverse
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