Fotzepolitic

My dreams are low, they're sick and must be addressed
They're young girl's dreams.
True some do it and shoot, like the penny-lit stars
What I was just rude
Like the scary hairs on our
singing hoof
Like the scary hairs on our
singing hooves
They move
A family fool, but it's you, I can swoon inside me
Then you'll accept my things
A coloured star,
but I feel strong luck when bound lonely to Lars
When I'm empty headed
See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
Will you?
See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
Will you'
Oh will you?
My dreams are low, they're sick and must be addressed
They're young girl's dreams.
See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
Will you?
See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
Will you'
Oh will you?
See 'n saw bounce me back to you
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