I could have swore I gave my wedding ring to you
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Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear
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Elements are still alive, shake from ear to ear
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Pez are gonna let it slide, gonna burn
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What cotton decides are appellee
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My main oven drive he took from
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under what's come over me.
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OVEN
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| Helmet |
