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The cops in this are making a problem.
this pulse,
And their conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
through the fields,
And feel all the you can steal.
Comforting closets and mirrors beside
Are the choir to worship my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And all the words you can feel.
Dissecting and pink plastic capsules;
You'd never know how far go until he's gone.
that razor to sharpen your teeth and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies on keys,
little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is kiss your neck and see how your 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 tiny babies on keys,
little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
Welcome to the wild, East!
I want to go to the town below to see if I can a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I want to find a body that can't be
It will be all the envy of the and bees.
It's a big word, attack.
Rabbit and and Whinnie The Pooh,
old Owl and Eeyore too,
Their is served with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't how to stop them...
So many problems and no time to them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing across the blue
Skies at our wedding, and seas when leaving.
I the ring will fit.
These wounds fit my tongue my hand in a glove.
Don't you your milk when push comes to shove.
a big word, so attack.
I want to go to the below,
See if I can cast a to hold,
Though nothing.
I want to be the boy that be seen;
I'm just to of her birds and bees.
She's too damn cute: I attack.
What the hell is the deal, I can't make any sense.
These lyrics are pretentious and at best.
And I'm full of it, but I can't now.
I'm so tired of writing girls I don't know.
"The ink to run when my blood gets too cold."
metaphors are my weak attempts.
So picture me smiling on top such tall
Such endings for bad luck, bad timings.
I hope let me slip.
I get so fed up with my own self.
I keep bluffing on shitty hands that I am dealt -
It's romantic, but cheap.