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Schwizzle the Squirrel

The tunnels were filled with lanterns,
Redhead - Green firelight, so bright.
There's a deadly scent upon the air.
Did they not sense the death?

She was the depressive.
She was the suicidal friend, or the manically ill,
yet it was not her tonight who tried to take their life.
Read between his lines; or mine.

Two towers of written-word, perfect and extraordinary,
I always hated the word extraordinary,
Extra...ordinary. Super...ordinary. It's like awesomely...boring.

The virgin's hanging herself on three ropes
of three snakes she never truly understood.
Lads, put them away, zip up the flies.
There was a pool of blood left here and a mutant worm.

Now, a bottle of tablets,
and locked up in a ward; my little girl.
Don't believe she's all big and brave.
I'll keep my mouth shut because that's what we need to do.

I thought for you to leave
my backwards heart and her shapeless liver,
his unrecognisable mind.
Squirrel, bounce, do you not see that you are loved?[/font]