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We've built ourselves a maze/Breathing in a blue-grey metal haze/For keeping out the cold/So far there's a zillion burgers sold/Fry Kids' PCP Adventureland/You feel you have to lie/To fit inside the Other's fractured eye/The Burgers make you sick/You find out every-one is full of shit/Fry Kids' PCP Adventureland
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