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Feeding junkies, cold cake
like the hands of an, old wine
and the threads come together like, simple little marionettes.
Celebrating self made old prisons
watch me as I cut run and kill them, its simple.
You've been around the block like a school girl
knowing when to say yes but never knowing when to say no
why would we say no why?
I've no reason, yes.
How do we try not the other stars?
Stand down, higher, higher.
There seems to be a misunderstanding.
Turn off the radio
and let the olive hand it down
just like a spade dog
down all the children's throats
pay attention
just like you take the hind
innocence! innocence!
of a tennis star.
How can we try round the others stars, stand down, higher, higher!
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Minutiae
02:22
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Be careful, said the apple to the wasp and then he bit into the other side, and then he came down hard
Simple man, simple man like a callous hand
Callous hand like a simple man, now we know, now we know
Huh huh, burning love baby
Simple truths come in, simple scenarios I wouldn't know how it works
Incomprehensible murmurings
Seriously, so you think you're clever
With your pip smoking jacket and your commodore whore
I've got a better idea
That the others that came before me, I would tell you but I don't trust you
Like very much so, like very much so
I wouldn't touch you if I had to
Ah dah dah dah dow
Ah dah dah dah dow
It's what she said, it's what she said
You're a cocksucker, you understand this, right
Incomprehensible screaming
Your just like the fever sun, I'm just like the fever sun
You're just like the fever, and yes just like the fever
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Posits
02:36
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Incomprehensible gibberish and something about a bidet
It was once believed that the problem was the self, I now know better
As you are like so many others, more like water, enjoying the oath of least resistance
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Colloquialisms
03:02
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Your maniacal, so maniacal. So sweet yet so maniacal
Ai ai ai ai ai ai, I
I know I wouldn't run, no, not in the passengers, no
Not with you end up driving, of a metaphorical rising
Just like the time you brought down the moon
You can say what you want but the cream's in the cake
It's not the scent of the kill, it's not the scent of the kill
Your devil is seven years deep
Shame shame the king is coming, try not to look right at his
Lack of a decent wardrobe as a metaphorical downturn
Just like the day you brought down the sun
Die die die die die die die
They don't have a shame, no
No not for this old date no
I would not rather fun now, in a little sum to put say now
Die die what just hi, what's so high, what's so
Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
I would to move into a manager field of love
But the goats and the judge are mine because they make me feel alive
And then the grass becomes the leaves, and the leaves become the ground
And then the ground becomes alive
I would rather not decide
I would rather not decide
Your devil is seven years deep
I know I wouldn't run, no, not in the passengers, no
Not with you end up driving, of a metaphorical rising
Just like the time you brought down the moon
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Conjugate
02:46
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Someone to hit the sky
To the sky, to the sky
To the him and sun they are a lie
I rather live a lie, I rather live a lie
How much I live ahead less I give him mine
*incomprehensible gibberish*
So lie, I'm feeding off the sun
Although my eye, I see the inner eye
They said it mine, they said its no star
But not a high high high high high
Despite the letters in the grass and its danger
Rabbits have no sense of a stranger
Hun, hun, hun, hun, run
Run and then stay on his back
Not today does, not today son
I deeply apologize for the murder of your, ego
It was not my intention to falter with such grandeur
In the end of confusion, consider this genius
I have a wonderful idea, suck my balls
I love it
Thanks you guys
*incomprehensible gibberish*
It was not my intention to falter with such grandeur
In the end of confusion, consider this genius
I have a wonderful idea, suck my balls
What a wonderful idea
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One Hundred Owls Calgary, Alberta
Derived from an incessant need to write alone and without chatter, the goal of One Hundred Owls is to hash out whatever may come, accept all mistakes and to revert back to the Roman-Greco ideology of removing the ego.
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