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By Kimya Dawson, one of her babies is rotting in the sun
and the
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By Kimya Dawson, i imagined nick valensi wrapped his long, long arms around
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By Kimya Dawson, A is for apple
B is for butt
C is for
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By Kimya Dawson, the boat that we're sailing on can't stop in town
'cause
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By Kimya Dawson, there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream
the
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By Kimya Dawson, there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream
the
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By Kimya Dawson, the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of
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By Kimya Dawson, is new york city really like a graveyard they all
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By Kimya Dawson, there are my specs
the ones I've been looking for
I threw
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By Kimya Dawson, eyes like omens i've been told
and friends are found when
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By Kimya Dawson, have you ever been swindled by a swindler who lies
'cause
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By Kimya Dawson, my heart is on my sleeve my head is in
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By Kimya Dawson, silver pink ponies flying over me
you may feel strange, well,
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By Kimya Dawson, thick shakes little snakes
fashion accessories earthquakes
five and dime cherry lime
wait
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By Kimya Dawson, it seemed like everyone i knew was dying
i looked in
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By Kimya Dawson, flying, sailing, dying, same thing
when you get to heaven find
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By Kimya Dawson, they can't be talking to me
this isn't real
how can i
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By Kimya Dawson, I said, "David, put that seven-inch on
about loving bad boys
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By Kimya Dawson, great crap! i stuck my nose in his mouth to
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By Kimya Dawson, i ran into matlock at hadlock padlock
i said have you
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By Kimya Dawson, once i knew a little girl who refused to eat
she
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By Kimya Dawson, When I go for a drive I like to pull
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By Kimya Dawson, I was always strong as long as we were a
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By Kimya Dawson, i sat in the swamp with a little pink piggy
who
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By Kimya Dawson, sally monelli met milli vanilli
they all got real sick and
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By Kimya Dawson, my mother says that
rain is angels
who are crying
up in heaven
and
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By Kimya Dawson, it's your birthday drink your pee take off your shirt
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By Kimya Dawson, have you ever had a dream
that your favorite baby's drowning
and
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By Kimya Dawson, my head is pounding I can't stop the pounding
I think
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By Kimya Dawson, Loose lips might sink ships
But loose gooses take trips
To San