The morning bell. The morning bell. Light another candle and. Release me. Release me. . You can keep the furniture. A bump on the head. Howling down the chimney.
The morning bell. The morning bell. Light another candle and. Release me. Release me. . You can keep the furniture. A bump on the head. Howling down the chimney.
Shake hands. Genocide. Molasses. Jet-powered caravans. Molasses. . I'm too good. You're stuck on. Rent free earthquake zone. Molasses. . Related. . 11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food.
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Was always waiting for the crush. The car to drive right through the shops. To call in sick and late at work. And take a holiday. . Was always tangled up in knots.
Don't forget that you are our son. Now go back to bed. . We just know that you'll do well. You won't come to harm. . Death to all who stand in your way.
Here it comes, here it comes. I can feel the hills exploding. Exploding gracefully. Burning up the freeway. Here it comes. . Grass is green at the edge of the bubble.
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I feel better,. i feel better now you've gone. i got better,. i got better, i got strong. I feel better,. i feel better, now there's nothing wrong. I got better,.
You stop the crowd. I cried out to break the spell. You wink and smile. I just snapped and lost control. . Distracted by irrelevance. The stress and the tension.
I am gone. Everybody's raging. And these fruits. They still taste of poison. . I won't be around. When you really need me. . I can't sleep. Why can't someone hold me?.
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I would shape myself into your pocket. Invisible. Do what you want. Do what you want. . I would shrink and I would disappear. I would slip into the groove.
I would shape myself into your pocket. Invisible. Do what you want. Do what you want. . I would shrink and I would disappear. I would slip into the groove.
I will shape myself into your pocket. Invisible, do what you want, do what you want. I will shrink and I will disappear. I will slip into the groove and cut me up, and cut me up.
Turn to nasty now, the dark cell. The pillar of my salt. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little, by hook or by crook.
Turned so nasty now. The dark cell. The pillar of my soul. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little by hook or by crook.
Turn to nasty now, the dark cell. The pillar of my salt. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little, by hook or by crook.
While you make pretty speeches. I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions. A delicate balance. . And this just feels like spinning plates. I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
Once again, I'm in trouble with my own friend. She is papering the window panes. She is putting on a smile. Living in a glass house. . Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens.