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My brother wants some condition
My brother, everything is fine
The world is your oyster
An aphrodisiac
Just when you found your poise
There was no money
In spite of faded tattoos
In piles of waste we found you
Slipping up a ladder
A fortunate son
A fortunate son
My brother wants some condition
My brother, everything is fine
The Chattanooga sun
Beats down on you
Like Megaman’s solar bullets
But your continues are low
Seeing Wolf Parade in L.A.
Or AC in Miami for a long night
Your living in sweat
Of a cushioned mind
A cushioned mind
My brother wants some condition
My brother, everything is fine
Sleeping in the sleeper factory
Won’t change, but I love you, bro
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