Bear: "Regina...Regina..."
Reg: "What?"
Bear: "When is that song gonna start?"
R
He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded
a cannon was fired by the light of the moon
I’m
Too much time spent trying to crawl into a hole
Trying
Aching to pupate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pupate
Aching to
All the rowboats, in the paintings
They keep trying to row
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't
A boy on a train with a birthmark on his
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the
You have tamed me
Now you must take me
How am I
Who said I was original?
Who said I was allowed,
To sing
Begin to hope
And all the colors start to change beneath
Bobbing for apples in Somalia
The man with the iron curtain
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She
I met Mata Hari
She was in no hurry
The firing
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