I no longer want to be a man
I want to
Take him out the back
Throw him in the bin
Dump his
Well, the portions of heaven they gave to a few
So
Deep at the end of space
Further than the sun
Is a
Do the twist, twist for Ice-Cream
C'mon dance, Misdirection
You can take
I won't run far
I won't run far
I won't run far
I
May the 1st
Made sandwiches and wrapped them up
Time to grab
Your blood can tell you
All the others say
Arched waves of
why does this feel so appealing
i am overwhelmed
you tell
It seems like all our friends are gone.
You drove them
Well the portions of heaven they gave to a few
So
Everybody in his or her own life needs a hobby,
Fills
shattered pieces on the stitches of our underfoot
you're impatient from
ahh ahhh ahhh i'm ready i'm ready
your party had no
Art formed in the shopper's eye
At heard by the clearest
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