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03:00
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They say, the sona mahey of the sona lay break
So we go again like, sodom and hey, sodom and hey, sodom and gone to hell
This is a million dollar home
This is a million dollar
I don't care said Renee, they say the malais, cause I'm a lover lover lover
Seen the money hey, say
They say
They say
They say
They say it with a my face
la la la la la la la ad
da da da da da da da say
But all they'll is that men are, chop chop chop, say na na na na
Ahhhhhh
Noooooo
Ahhhhhh
Noooooo
And so the Jones they came around again
To sing a song they sang to kill the cheat
And then the heart said things so lovely too
Don't you forget to swear and savour them
Ahhhhhh
Noooooo
Ahhhhhh
Noooooo
Chop chop chop, say na na na na
I'll say, the lover inside the mine
I'll say, there's something to feeling of mine
I'll bring, the lover that's sitting the mid
I'll take, the blame upon knowing the sake
Don't mine, it's not the lovers stay, all to care of me, all the burning men
*Gibberish*
Always
Always
Said goldmine, goldmine
Said goldmine, goldmine
Say goldmine, goldmine
Say goldmine, goldmine
There no sense feeling like a junkie, no no no
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Chocolate Covered
02:55
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*Gibberish*
They said the others time when we climbed it, higher like a hawk, higher like a hawk
*Gibberish*
I see how you use your gift, I thought you had a better chance that this
But you went around and played the game like gangster, shooting collecting little hoes for your fanclub
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
*Gibberish*
For the able to just sit in my heart, it kind of breaks, breaks, breaks, my little little heart
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Say nah nah nah nah nah, no
*Gibberish*
I went around with some kid, sacrificial face
Hard to notice it at all, somebody one day
*Gibberish*
They said the mother had a cold head who knew
It said the others time when we climbed it, higher like a hawk, higher like a hawk
*Gibberish*
I see how you use your gift, I thought you had a better chance that this
But you went around and played the game like gangster, shooting collecting little hoes for your fanclub
*Gibberish*
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
Shooting collecting little
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In Sixes
03:23
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Uh huh
Suck on my faux jazz, fuck yeah
Wake up the star there's a lover in the house
Blue covered pants, no colours yet their drawn
Capers and wine with a vinegar, taught, hit
He loved his fury, he loved his fury
He loved his fury
Just say how you feel, the still like, like mustard
If I was a kiss for someone to take
If I was a kiss for someone to take
*Gibberish*
What a lovely surprise from the king of the land
We had a cult, we had a cult
We had a cult with the leader of a cult with the leader of a science man, you're speaking to you
Don't way how you feel, the still is like, like mustard
All over the stain and then it goes boom
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Excuse me there's seems to be an issue
If I was a kiss for someone to take
If I was a kiss
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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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