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god speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
and bleed into the buns 'till they melt away
i'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find
without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
and if you'd 'a took to me like
well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well
and bleed into the buns 'till they melt away
i'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find
without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
and if you'd 'a took to me like
well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well
Annons