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Hey I know there's to this
But I you a newspaper every Sunday
At the end just a pile of yellowed
Sunday telegraphs on the

We three blind mice together
Three blind mice, three blind
Running across the farmer's

You know well just never
If got a secret hell

Now you, you should be me
Sometimes I lose my
I don't nothing
You should be me
you let me hide behind your back

What goes
Will come back
Can get it out of town?

Im in state, kinda late
But me, don't it look just great?

You, you be haunting me
Some drift get before I even touch 'em
You be scaring me
But don't i scare myself?

So don't I only myself?
So don't I only myself?
So don't I scare myself?
So I only scare myself?
So don't I only myself?