Her tall tree on its side
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and know what it feels like
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I felt so anchored in my forest bed
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when vows soup it's an upside
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To dream about tararararara
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your axes out
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..my army it been taking out
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but taking stuck in the morning
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can my art and I save my pins
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for such a specimen as you
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Do we go there tarararararara
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beneath the pins tararararara
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to dream about tarararararara
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your axes out tarararararara
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I would go for names
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in wood on a night like this
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how over straighten name
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for souls are even
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rararararararararara
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Axes
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| Trespassers William |
