And let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but they're hematite.
It is the same old pattern, the goose that feeds the gander,
They choose to act, but not I.
Let's go outside and it might restore us, whole.
More for the two and less for the three, now.
Mechanical, maybe.
So when the pair proceeded, another pulse defeated.
Can't say that I am surprised.
It is the flytrap's color that caused the fall into her,
What is the shade that you saw?
Let's go outside and it might restore us, whole.
More for the two and less for the three, now.
Mechanical, maybe.
Bound by the salt of the Earth, not inside our dome.
Tied to the song, have no place in new blueprints.
Vinegar and water gave the earth away,
Bought the stocks and lost them,
And the suitcase says:
Let's go outside and it might restore us, whole.
More for the two and less for the three, now.
Let's go outside and it might restore us, whole.
More for the two and less for the three, now.
Mechanical, maybe.
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