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4:29Dry heave doubt From a little old dragon's mouth Split lip and split tongue Finally, cross-eyed She stands next to the cigarette machine "This device has got it made," she thinks It has a cast-iron stomach But a candle for a heart Odd, the way the very stuff falls out Hard, the way it makes you doubt This thing leaps up, complains, full of vile Not even star-crossed, just unlucky Odd how the very stuff falls out Hard, the way it makes you smile This thing leaps up, complains Not even star-crossed, just unlucky