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c}{imps 8 my ears

the highway is so close now, /the night sounds like a projector/ even the racoons fled / so close to my heart/ it plays tricks on my sight/
industrial slugs over rotting logs/ pour condominiums/like maple syrup/ pleasing corporate hounds/ who begs from avarice lips/ blood dripping insane/ well the highway is so close now i can feel it in my brain/ with my toes at the pedal and my neck against the seat belt.