Over the airwaves tonight,
Sailing by a love lonely light,
Blind to the charms of the Toecutter Arms,
My labor
Your issue may walk among fine moral spires,
But if
They married, a dandy and a back alley tough,
on
It's too hot babe, pull the covers back,
Don't touch
Scoop my brains let my heart have action
in its
At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave,
Well it's my very little wonder and it's one that
To be,
A bee, a moth.
Four wings spread for the soft
Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead,
you
Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't
Level your fretting. I won't be forgetting the flush of
When I asked about your poor bodies,
"Were they murderous too?"
You
In the chest of a dealer hammers and smelts a
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