No way, just a feeling that's felt on Like a stinking bog Deep down in the thick of the wicked There's a little blood Folks quit when there's nothing to quit on A sucker punch I'm a rip in a fantasy So are you
Deep throat at the tip of the unknown It comes up again Trying to stand when there's nothing to stand on Make a little room Kickback from a wiffle bat Surface like a dew One gift if it gets to that Got one for you
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