Yes.

I hope my insides pull apart
 I got some sorting I need to do
 Yeah my friends tell me to say yes
 I guess ill try my very best
 Yeah. This city won't suck my broken veins
 Even though my blood is bloody clean
 My teeth are stuck inside my tongue to keep
 My mouth from owning up
 So much for my brilliant honesty
 So no more complaining
 And no more explaining
 No more magic tricks and taps
 You get what I'm saying?
 I'm through with blaming all those biter trips and tracks
 I want my toast with butter and jam
 I want to eat green eggs and ham
 And I want to set this country straight
 I want to say up real real late
 I'll let the street lamps light the way
 To my indignant open grave
 I'll clap my hands and take a guess
 My tombstone is marked with the word
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