dear unlock the dooryou're acting like a childwhen you've said
At least in my dreamswhen I'm sleeping it seemsthat the
Here we have our dust free dining setWe guarentee it
we barely ever fightshe knows that i love herat first
my jail shoes onthe well kept cemetary lawnboth of them
Be Thou my vision,O Lord of my heart.Naught be all
dad dad why did you let that manpush you around
I saw in your bedroom, the drawers had been emptied.
such an awful, tragic nightthough i've only done what's righteven
I'm feeling independent,I made it through another day,having a wonderful
Satellites mediate for usThe days events through fiber optics.I hope
Ultra-violet rays wash overAll the boys and girlsAs their moms
Crazy people knowthe special place to gowhen the pressure is
You were born in Kacey Missouri, to a girl who
It's weird to think of all the thingsThat have not
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