Fusion
By david_brandon
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I'll scream for you if you scream for me
Form substitutes for your memory
Only the blind can ever truly see
Through the lies of our imagery
My obituary is just a little thing
It says I became bored with living
It costs more money to print in the paper
Then it did to buy the blades for my hearty razor
Live in the sun on the sun-drenched coast
Drink champagne and chew french toast
Ring up your friends so you can boast
Accelerate your tan so we fry like toast
My obituary is just a little thing
It says I became bored with living
It costs more money to print in the paper
Then it did to buy the blades for my hearty razor
Form a neat line holding hands
Face the bright light and fold like cans
In the fusion my uranium suncream
Factor million watch the kids scream
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