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baked goods and spirits breakfast
cut my hair and shave
in a search for true north
in a magnetic resonance of a never known presence
i'm happy meal,pass the deal,infatuated with steel
and my father's death
no contest
last breath chapter 11
fat kids always have some concept of heaven
before blown speakers
and devious agenda having preachers
leave you with hot 97 justin bieber
and a fever cryin from a saggin breast
tryin to grow in your feathers and teefers
and at last stress has left
but you kept i don't believe in you niethers
we so dead
we so gone
dance around the fire
who cares about the song
a crossbow
to cross through
a dollar sixty 2
for another magnum
pin the tail on the donkey
and tagament
motion sickness only happens when you are movin
groovin
hangin on to a good buzz
and a new soon to be lost and gone love
she is such a liar
she knows nothing of sage francis or poison the well
another drink might ensure i never make it home
i think i'll grow
my 5 o clock shadow
until weeks go by
and my head looks as big as it feels with a lil
sunshine on my back
the wind at my feet
no attempt at discreet
i'm sittin on top my house
and touchin 2 powerlines
like hey i'm fine
some sweetbread and wine
i'm gettin mine
in a search for true north
in a magnetic resonance of a never known presence
i'm happy meal,pass the deal,infatuated with steel
and my father's death
no contest
last breath chapter 11
fat kids always have some concept of heaven
before blown speakers
and devious agenda having preachers
leave you with hot 97 justin bieber
and a fever cryin from a saggin breast
tryin to grow in your feathers and teefers
and at last stress has left
but you kept i don't believe in you niethers
we so dead
we so gone
dance around the fire
who cares about the song
a crossbow
to cross through
a dollar sixty 2
for another magnum
pin the tail on the donkey
and tagament
motion sickness only happens when you are movin
groovin
hangin on to a good buzz
and a new soon to be lost and gone love
she is such a liar
she knows nothing of sage francis or poison the well
another drink might ensure i never make it home
i think i'll grow
my 5 o clock shadow
until weeks go by
and my head looks as big as it feels with a lil
sunshine on my back
the wind at my feet
no attempt at discreet
i'm sittin on top my house
and touchin 2 powerlines
like hey i'm fine
some sweetbread and wine
i'm gettin mine
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