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The cops in this are making a problem.
this pulse,
And losing conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And feel all the you can steal.
Comforting closets and mirrors them
Are converting the choir to my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And steal all the you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and plastic capsules;
You'd know how far he'd go until he's gone.
Taking that razor to sharpen teeth and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies on keys,
Which little has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is kiss your neck and see how body sweats.
Oh honey, scream my name!
Please, Please,
Just that razor and cut out those teeth 'til...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten babies sitting on keys,
little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
Welcome to the wild, East!
I to go to the town below to see if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I want to a body that can't be seen;
It will be all the of the birds and bees.
a big word, heart attack.
Rabbit and Piglet and The Pooh,
That old Owl and too,
cake is served with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't know how to them...
So problems and no time to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing the blue ceilings:
at our wedding, and seas when you're leaving.
I hope the ring fit.
These wounds fit my tongue my hand in a glove.
Don't you spill your when push comes to shove.
a big word, so attack.
I want to go to the below,
See if I can a shadow to hold,
it's nothing.
I want to be the boy that can't be
I'm just to of her birds and bees.
too damn cute: I can't attack.
What the is the deal, I just can't make any sense.
These lyrics are pretentious and at best.
And I'm of it, but I can't stop now.
I'm so tired of writing about I don't know.
"The ink starts to run when my blood too cold."
metaphors are my weak attempts.
So picture me smiling on top tall buildings;
Such tragic for bad luck, bad timings.
I hope let me slip.
I get so fed up with my own self.
I keep bluffing away on shitty that I am dealt -
romantic, but it's cheap.