| «Creepy and sullen and running out of room
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| In my little tomb, my little tomb
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| I’ll plant a seed there to remember you
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| at the may fair with your long ass curly hair
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| We had a pirate band, a tear for every grain of sand
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| and i was fighting with my hands. |
| Oooooo
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| This came up wilted and looks like you
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| cause it never grew, it never grew
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| This one is scrawny, it looks like me
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| cause it’s dirty and i’m so dirty too
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| We had a pirate band, a tear for every grain of sand
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| and i was fighting with my hands… OVER YOU
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| beautiful thing, you are the most beautiful thing
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| flower of life, bird of spring, you are the most beautiful thing
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| Locus flower -- grow out of bounds
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| Locus flower -- grouw out of (the under) ground
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| Some say its like a beautiful flower
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| some say it is a terrible power
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| I’ll meet you at the end of the hour
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| I want to use, i want to use that power
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| FEED ME, feed me, feed me
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| you are the most beautiful thing
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| you are the most beautiful thing
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| flower of life, bird of spring
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| you are the most beautiful thing. |