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Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen
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Makes babies to breathe
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With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets
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As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer
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And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing
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They'll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating
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Till wonderfully wet she will get
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Until she's soaked inside her clothes
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And there is no sorry to be sorry for
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For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft
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It made her swallow all her sweat
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With every bit of breath she coughs
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And when the day it came to pour all her babies
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All across the bathroom floor
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She will be swimming in them all forever more
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A Baby For Pree
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| Neutral Milk Hotel |
