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[Aesop
that for me...thanks

[Robotic 4x
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[Aesop
any asshole with a book of matches can light a fire fresh
Make that sucker for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the
I know and nature but recognize absentee ballot
And sappy ballads couldn't fill the
This game's in the Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's asking you to the narc, brother!)
Hmm, it's
find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in
Realigned knives in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with legs and dim
Ten Zen crafts
Things cooperate like dog participants litigans
Picket or ride or burner style clinic
with the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the martyrs spaceless
fabricate daytrips
I want to be the halo that off the brain
Of the genius who decided some pictures frames
(God and I are on a first basis)
Yeah I call him God, he calls me
I lost my religion, he fell to pieces
Blade, dragon, up creek
Interrupting a devil
Starfighter settling to
I keep my ghoul concealed
Until the warriors return to the Coney Isle Wheel

4x
My told me there'd be days like this
Days like this, days like this, days this (yes she did)

[Robotic 4x
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Rock]
Okay, tell me who you with and I'll tell you who you are
I walk a with a leash attached to your freak seminar
It's a modern sensation on the boulevard of
To sweep your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the
This revolution pushing through the loose and a strait jacket
A classed in a bunk category
They had him parallel with a tattered division
(I could devil drink out of thermos)
Yeah, with a whiskey
It's like, nine o'clock (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone work my dental tree
The clear laced with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
That got my papergrain's wet
Voyeurist amendments lack coverage in the syllabus
I dance shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code
done my chores according to God's schedule
With coffee the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
Metal edge kings that tends to the pebble
screaching out the operetta
I live to autograph the iron curtain doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, television urns to burn until my Cleopatra
(Major) dispersed slap on the wrist
For the tennants lacking the to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
Stuck a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each beneath the
call home until the rock meets the angels

4x

[Robotic voice] to fade*
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