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what the fork ate
 

control the weather is teenage the hours
the hour over the dedication yea his
pie & tea nothing a spaniardd die
my plate the knife that floated in
was a mess like a studio floor
a white cage & then they cut
be abbreviated to death regendered depending on
to make trouble wear flouncy skirts in
was the one who pulled through &

control the weather is teenage the hours god eats nondenominational chicken nuggets this
it never grow up what the annullee lived on pie & tea nothing
& the fruit disagree you ate the happiness right off my plate the
the future the streets la la it was a mess like a studio
innocent be careful what they call you you can be abbreviated to death
stuffy old matron yet she was the one who pulled through & inspired

temperature of control the weather is teenage the god eats nondenominational chicken nuggets
yea his intelligence was fourpronged little lemon will it ever grow up what
sheep echo & the fruit disagree you ate the happiness right off my
the future the streets la la it was a mess like a studio
cage & then they cut her head off the poor scottish innocent be
were brought up to make trouble wear flouncy skirts in anachronistic pictures the
a past & we felt the temperature of control the weather is teenage
fourpronged little lemon will it ever grow up what the annullee lived on

happiness right off my
ballads of the future
pressure & draining whats
the poor scottish innocent
the intonation it all
one standard bearer was
inspired others something was
nondenominational chicken nuggets this
ever grow up what
sheep echo & the
that floated in my

it was a mess like a studio floor
from a white cage & then they cut
they call you you can be abbreviated to
were brought up to make trouble wear flouncy
we felt the temperature of control the weather
is the hour over the dedication yea his
pie & tea nothing a spaniardd die for
right off my plate the knife that floated

& the spoon held the ballads of the future
bending from pressure & draining whats spilt remember her
talking about abortion from a white cage & then
depends on where how why you were brought up
a stuffy old matron yet she was the one
singing from a past & we felt the temperature
is for the librarians is the hour over the
the sheep echo & the fruit disagree you ate

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