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Jehovah's Witness is preaching outside of my laundromat's door
This was, oddly, the sight that would complete the metaphor I had in mind
For now, it would be prudent to philosophize discreetly left and right
Somewhere, painstakingly, they chip away at the statues of silver gold

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You're treading dirt on our nice carpet, why don't I just take your shoes?
Did I tell you the story of the times we thought we had nothing to lose?

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Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Dominguez
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