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The milk is sour and the words profound |
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The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound |
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Dreams are nixed |
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Blessings are mixed |
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And the road to the slaughterhouse |
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Soon to be fixed |
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The tide falls back with the bones it's found |
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The night sits waiting because the world is round |
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All good things lost in time |
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Now the audience dozes at the drop of a dime |
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The milk is sour and the words profound |
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The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound |
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The tempo's false |
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The boymilk waltz |
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Has the ushers in the aisles doing sommersaults |
