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The Forceps on the Skull The Freedom Down my Throat The Careless Jaunty Attitude The Dead boy long Gone No voice, No mouth, No brain No Opinion, No Choice, No Thought The child coaxed in rudiments The warm fuzz ball of puke The play-doe reindeer bones The bandaged up wild wet wagon movie Throaty Toe drum octagon Therapy Slowly Octopus keymaker Uh, you don't know me Grow old in set bone brains Can't hold a lighter to a memory of a conversation flicker Septum dust headbutts tattoos of a mirror **** shiver What's His Name? What's His Name? Slidin’ care home cider casket cycles home Nun **** jar finds a hair in comb Hold a Jug up to your speakin’ ear and drink Run circles round the square Run circles round the square Why don't you just do it? Why don't you just?
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
The Wooden Orphan
The Forceps on the Skull The Freedom Down my Throat The Careless Jaunty Attitude The Dead boy long Gone No voice, No mouth, No brain No Opinion, No Choice, No Thought The child coaxed in rudiments The warm fuzz ball of puke The play-doe reindeer bones The bandaged up wild wet wagon movie Throaty Toe drum octagon Therapy Slowly Octopus keymaker Uh, you don't know me Grow old in set bone brains Can't hold a lighter to a memory of a conversation flicker Septum dust headbutts tattoos of a mirror **** shiver What's His Name? What's His Name? Slidin’ care home cider casket cycles home Nun **** jar finds a hair in comb Hold a Jug up to your speakin’ ear and drink Run circles round the square Run circles round the square Why don't you just do it? Why don't you just?
2012
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
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