Lets tie your legs to the ceiling
I count the sweet tarts on your breath
We found the sickness is lazy
And all those chips that you hoarded, I know
I've got a leap and it's real up high
Until the rest of the world's got to know
These are just flea traps, and damnit
And to those efforts that meal is so "no"
I guess you can lock on
It's such a sad song
A law with promises
They can't build a fort
Fields farewell they go
I bet you can't afford a donut
Your parents don't do that well i know
Unto the air it sneezed
It's just like concrete
You can't make it flow
And all of those checkers on nightstands
And to the ends of a waifen oaf
And then we get drunk in hell, yeah
And off we go into the sunset
I don't know
I can't believe that it snowed
I guess you can load
No, we'll find a way
I can't believe that you're gone
No, it's on day
Oh well, I guess we'll run away
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