Icy waters flow between us In shelf life shock in the morning I see rivers split to deltas And trickle into the ocean With my bow and my arrow I will
super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super super! Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien
There are people who think, and people who don't And the people who don't are the ones who have most There are people who lie, and others who'll cry
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It's not where you're from It's not where you're at It's not where you've been It's where you're between It's not what you've been It's not what you'
do you do what they tell you? Marie Curie was Polish born but French bred (French bread!) Of course she ended up dead from radiation Slow invisible suffocation
Clarity just confuses me The lines drawn on a map A strange assembly When there's northerners in southerners And westenders in eastenders And sunny
They don't care about You and me Obviously No not us We're the mountain people So far away from those Tree lined streets Look so neat Not for us No
Stuffed to the eyeballs with God knows what You're a conversational hazard Talking so quickly with so much ease I think you might have just snorted a
Dormant vices turned on their devices Now she's raising money for the sex appeal And when she grazed her knees upon the Astroturf All her blood turned
She's got spies and they're looking out for me But it's not like the KGB it's just a game we play She's got hooks meant for catching fish at sea And
Paw print marks leave a telltale sign There's a furry friend loose and committing a crime Takes no precaution leaving the fold For the placid casual
Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir? Will you cut my hair long? Reit i lawr at fy nhin Right down to my arse Nei di dorri fy ngwallt yn hir? Will you cut
