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Give him back his sweater that poor fellow has only
orchestrated symphonies into the poisioned ant hills.

You have tried.
I'm afraid .
don't let it hurt.
I shouldn't stay.
show your cards.
now I want out.
stain the tub.
clow the streak.
cock the wheel.
push it deep.
fallen shade drowsy.
left me hopeless.
carve my head.
great disguise.
took a breath.
gave it back.
early-aged self pitying misfit.
experience coincidence quality menstrauation.
it makes more sense to speak nonsense

What is it like to scatter argons all over a deeply pasteurized land?

Just like a cat with a mouse it masturbated it violates, Sadistic dresser.

Maybe it's the ability to choose that makes a wounded player take to the field and laugh at his injury than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter. Farewell to the oldsmobile acknowledge the new models [farewell].
Set me back in my old sweater for an hour or two.
I can otain satisfaction mulitating ones humilitating me.
You have tried.
I'm afraid.
don't let it hurt.
I shouldn't stay.
show your cards.
now I want out.
stain the tub.
clot the streak.
cock the wheel.
push it deep.
fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless.
carve my head.
great disguise.
took a breath.
gave it back.
early-aged self pitying misfit.

What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall
asleep in it?
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LanguageEnglish
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Duration00:03:32
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Copyright ©Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
WriterSally Barris, Sherrie Austin, Templeton Thompson
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedAugust 15th, 2005
Last updatedMarch 9th, 2022
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