Oh look there’s a dead rabbit… all flat… completely flat…
Patty lives up in the attic now
Her feet rarely touching
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey
Alifi my
Roger's in the archive looking up casement
Martha's in the government
Ooooooooooooh
It’s that look in your eyes
Telling me lies
So
Orlandon't tell me, oh no
Don't say oh God
Don't tell me
The world is dark again,
I need your lullaby.
Sleep has gone.
Night
Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for
They say the working class is dead, we're all consumers
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