Three is the number of guilt
Guilt is the house the
You do it again, you do it again
You want to
Paint me something beautiful
Eskimo Sandune
One day, sometime suitable
I'll trad
I've got fourteen million years 'til my head falls down
With
Paddle him more, beat him 'til he sees
And you will
Say what you're gonna say
and do what you're gonna do
I
We can reach the sky from the roof
We can reach
And Nietchze's dead, the poet wrong
I've stumbled on, my pretty
I'm leaving before you
Given the cue and I am
I'm leaving
Hello out there, I want you to know
I'm here all
Will she ever go Will she ever show Could it
Quiet little boy, your hand in her pocket, There's no
She lies in a bedpanWith her name scrawled on her
The farmer digs a hole and fills it in with
Here I come with a little bit of helpHere I
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