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Bless the weeds that grow on the yard
Just like rain and dust appear
Bless the dogs who talk to ferns
Let's, let's kiss the boys who pee in mud
Ooh ooh ooh ooh : Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh : Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Bless the weeds that grow on the yard
Just like rain and dust appear
Bless the dogs who talk to ferns
Let's, let's kiss the boys who pee in mud
Kiss the girls who clean the cheese
Bless the bee that clings and then leaves
Kiss the hart who spread manure
Here, go go smear the poison ivy
Let your crooked hands be holy
Bless the does who got too fat
Bless the bee that clings and then leaves
Kiss the hart who spread manure
Go go smear the poison ivy
Let your crooked hands be holy
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You're upon my eyes, a little bit
A little bit sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
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Ooh, don't pull its legs! They're pulled
Don't squeeze it too hard up
Don't mash it up
Ooh, don't pull its legs! They're pulled
Don't squeeze it too hard up
Don't crush it up
If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again
If you break a kitten's neck
You must shake its body and check
If it's still alive; be gone to sleep
If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again
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These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
To stare at them, long for them
The neck is a fruit
Your neck, my neck
To fruits turn their youth
(Biting), Scratching with feathers
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Feel, the moon pull your lover's blood up to the sky
Feel, the moon pull your lover's blood up to the sky
The sky...
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We throw our flutes, our little friends
Our lovely songs
On marmalade fires
We throw our folks, our pots and pans
Our dirty plants
On marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our house, our round blue skies
Our pretty hills
On marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our balls, our friendly toys
Our sister's hair
On marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
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See the fog on the horizon?
It's dancing
and it smells like a teenager
See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
and they sound like tap-dancing shoes
See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
and they sound like tap-dancing shoes
Worms on the bones under beds of insomniac eaten teenagers
They whisper
and they sound like a crooked flute
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Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs
Dirty bulbs
Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks
Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks
Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs
Dirty bulbs
Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks
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