Well fold this up
There's a message somewhere
And I don't know
Casting me plaster
It's dry today
Can't spell disaster
Can't spot the taste
And
Glue yourself to the back
A stack that's never seen
Rub the
Tangling up at the foot of your bed
Wonder who's next
Tear the feeling from the fool's heart
It seems the
Take a second, think of everything you've done
You're getting warmer,
Well Henry hammers harder than the rest
He puts his
Well know that, I know this
That they'll want control of
Fumble for the lightswitch
Get this off without a hitch
Got to
It wraps around the cord for him
Said I'm wasting, sinking
Soaking
Sitting close, under hush of mother told me
We're not
Warned too late a simple reduction
Not with your weight
All this concern over these cards overturned
The cold light shows
And it's like, she don't know much
He'll tell her what
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