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72 my polish cap I found my cap in a dark alley in a cold country I knew it was bugged but it seemed so unrepressed folds and lumps unique as capitalist individualism its crooked button weird peak so we’ve been together ever since my hair falling out left brain warping Now everyone looks like a spy Big Business leaves me cold I’m against the war don’t believe what I’m told and hold paranoid nuclear fears because my cap is a commie conspiracy and I’m in it up to my ears ...

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