t let you drown Although we're small Kiss me, say goodnight. our love is bright. Although we're small Tell me, you're not afraid, that feeling fades Although we're small
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do you have?" He says, "All I got right now Is this box of one dozen Starving crazed weasels." I said, "Okay, I'll take that." So he hands me the box
a box A box? Is it steel? Are there locks? Is it filled with a pox? A pox, how delightful, a pox If you please just a box with bright colored paper
, it's alright you see the watch ya'll like Like I just copped a porsche box three tint with the fog lights Than it's alright kit it with a chrome small
In a bottle of noodles I found a small green fish Who told a fish story He could grant me any wish "OK!" I said, "That sounds great I think I understand
my skull and it does exist Here, let me show you This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box DEVIL A box? is it steel? WEREWOLF
is he just a liar With nothing to lie about I'm headed for the same brick wall Is there anything I can do about anything at all Except go back to that
Small World, Small World, Small World, Small World No way, no how, get 'em like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something
it's alright you see the watch ya'll like Like I just copped a porsche box three tint with the fog lights Than it's alright kit it with a chrome small
spot What up fuck not, I would love nothing more than to bust your box And blood clot a porn spot Three things I got I love 'em a lot Do anything to
as my skull and it does exist Here, let me show you This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box [DEVIL] A box? Is it steel? [
just the same? We need empathy (do you believe me) We need empathy (time to retrieve it) We need empathy (I really want it) Give me anything However small
(claude s.) When you were a small child, Joy was in your hands There amongst the flowers, Blooming in the land A field of grace, a stream of doubts
you see, In the truth in all these days. I look in your face And see the change I made in you. You give me what you feel, It's so small... In your
I hold the key to nothing It's a small killing Murder, murder's in the hands Of motion, as it seems to be No more nothing No more anything No more you
box A box? Is it steel? Are there locks? Is it filled with a pox? A pox, how delightful, a pox If you please, just a box with bright-colored paper And
the murderous intellect highly infections on contact You need to come quicker than that To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap Small timer, it takes crazy engineering To fuck with anything
