the flowers of evil
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you left at my door
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set 'em in a broken glass
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and tasted my own blood
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yes your hair looks beautiful today
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gasoline horses will take us away
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they charge forth
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with firey manes
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and bellies full of clocks
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four ton
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deaf and dumb
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we poor old dogs of god
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yes your hair smells like sunshine today
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gasoline horses will take us away
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Gasoline Horseys
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| Sparklehorse |
