| An inwrought irksome rabbit
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| is washing my stomach
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| I can’t stop thinking about my tonsils
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| how they are pendulating between my toes
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| slowly suffering from liberty
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| I’m naked on a TV-set and it’s running wild,
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| fast, sweet and heavy penetrating in to my
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| grandparents pupils out of reach but with a canoes evil emotion
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| Allright I can admit it now
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| I was a screaming and lying stoneoperation
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| who searched his way through carparts
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| afraid to be recognized by a spoon
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| Birds with empty refridgerators heated up the
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| childrens chairsweat
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| There was no chance to drive the table without
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| a blue sock cause my mistakes rolled down above
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| the forest of investigation
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| As soon as I heard my neighbor bend his arm
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| with a submarine the milk was hot and dangerous
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| like a bed
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| Nobody understands how wipewashers can breathe cows
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| Farting magazines are wading in waxed scarecrows
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| Falling flesh punched me in my bathsuit look alike neck
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| which controls universe with an irongrip of umbrellas
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| I’m wiping away some mirrors from the snakes
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| without drinking any busstations
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| Sorry, I’m in love with a door |