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Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
You see through my disguise
At the drive-in, double feature,
pull the lever, break the fever
and say your last goodbyes.
Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever ever goes my way
One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time.
Trapped in amber, petrified.
And still not satisfied
Airs and social graces,
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