I opened the leaflet
By what means did we get
To shore in a matter of months.
Oh heat from exhaustion
And meat from the lost bin
I’m captain on all equal fronts.
So sure of the story
By some things that lure me
I know by a flagon of beer.
So false are the reasons
But yet we’re still seasoned
To occasionally stumble upon here.
Real Estate at the
Top of the lake is well aware of
Equilibrium
Tell my Dad and my
Brother too and you might as well
Tell the rest of them
Capture and conquest and capital clues
All by nature as conceptually true
Canceling cannons and appraising for food
Can’t consistently measure the facts from some fools
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
I opened the leaflet
By what means did we get
To shore in a matter of months.
Oh heat from exhaustion
And meat from the lost bin
I’m captain on all equal fronts.
So sure of the story
By some things that lure me
I know by a flagon of beer.
So false are the reasons
But yet we’re still seasoned
To occasionally stumble upon here.
Real Estate at the
Top of the lake is well aware of
Equilibrium
Tell my Dad and my
Brother too and you might as well
Tell the rest of them
Capture and conquest and capital clues
All by nature as conceptually true
Canceling cannons and appraising for food
Can’t consistently measure the facts from some fools
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