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He's out in the with his squirrel gun
To try to his anger
He's some words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to feel
But back at his in the city we find
Our punch-drunken fighter
Who can't find the now to punish the length
Of the ribbon in his little

Poor fractured
Threw himself the mattress
his withering pencil
As if it were a cutlass
I'm certain he's trying to increase his burden
He said "that's how the in me planned it
A woman wouldn't it"

I believe there was something that I to say
Before I conclude epistle
But you forgive me for holding my tongue
man made the blade and the pistol
Yes, man the waterfall over the dam
To his tantrum with magic
Now you be sure of that tent of azure
Since he punched a in the fabric

Poor fractured
Threw himself the mattress
his withering pencil
As if it were a pirate's
I'm certain he's trying to increase his burden
He said "that's how the in me planned it
A woman understand it
A wouldn't understand it
A wouldn't understand it"