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Out of the fog

Out of the fog connection

Grasping The deception

Coming out of the fog

Grasping the connection

Grasping the deception.

There was a man called

Nate. He was a good man.

His girlfriend and the

Russian mate.

He was called

Nate. He decided to sublimate.

He went to

London. He called his

Father and said, "Father, it's Nate. Of both girlfriend and mate, I perchance do decide to replicate, For I am Nate."

The Russian maid revealed she was not a citizen of

New York State,

But had slipped in on a

Ukrainian crate.

Due to overtime we missed the gossip girl on

New York Channel number 38,

Which was not available anywhere else but in maybe

New Jersey

State. I am

Nate. I would like to do a lip as an actor, and do it straight.

In my role

I fail irate.

Is it too late

To cover the song by

The Fall called

Hot Cake?

The plough and the aid of un-natural offal, it disgusts.

There was a man called

Nate. Ringing in

England filming.

He said, "Hello mate."

I might have visited the gallery....

I might visit the gallery known as

Tate. I am

Nate. I am an actor,

I'll do it straight.

A margin out of the connection,

Out of the fog in time.

Out of the fog connection.

I am Nate.

I am Nate.

On the streets of

Russia, The maidens and maids are irate.

He promised them homes.

Instead they got the crates.

I perchance!