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so I heard y'all wanna float...
yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring
prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing
I'm broke; I know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to slit throat
quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)
I paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise shell
tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my corridor
more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughters
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A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the
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Many guys have come to you
With a line that wasn't true
And you passed them by
Are you in the center ring
And their lines don't mean a thing
Why don't you let me try
No, I don't wear a diamond ring
I don't even know a song to sing
Chorus
All I know is la-la la-la la-la la-la la means, I love you
Oh, baby, please, now
La-la la-la la-la la-la la means, I love you
If I ever saw a girl
That I needed in this world
You are the one for me
Let me hold you in my arms
Girl, and thrill you with my charms
I'm sure you will see
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Jabawokee ding dong
Slip slap slee
Dipstick paddywhack
Pee pee googalee gee
Polly wolly sling slang
Skooey dibbely doo
Wing wong ping pong King Kong Cheech 'n Chong
Hop hip kagagoogoo
Hickory dickory slickory flip flap
Dip skip to my Lou
Flim flam wham blam Sam bam Cunningham
Whack snack koochie koochie koo
Plus you gotta dip, you gotta doodle
You gotta eat Grandma's stroodle
'Cause she stayed up all night to make it from scratch
You gotta gish, you gotta gash
You gotta wax Grandma's mustache
And lay out her socks
To make sure they matc
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