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Twisted Metal, Twisted Stomach · Vinnie Penn Poemcast

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Speaker 1: One minute without a care, one minute mid air, twisted metal,
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Speaker 1: twisted stomach fishing bodies out of the Potomac, and then
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Speaker 1: the blame game, Well it must begin. All we do
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Speaker 1: is dance with Mortal sin ground control to Major Tom,
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Speaker 1: We've lost our way. We're a ticking bomb. Figure skaters,
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Speaker 1: global stage. Grieving parents now forced to rage dei no
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Speaker 1: de Why is that so hard to see