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That 1 Guy
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Of all the dirt that we dug, I think my favorite was the mud Of all the wine that we drank, I think my favorite was the blood Of all the bombs that we lit, I think my favorite was the dud Of all the things that we chew, I think my favorite was the cud
Of the cow, like that time When we lie, to and fro Hope to throw, tables turn Books that burn, heard the shine Tilt the wheel, hold the hand Cop a feel, close the deal Like that time, turpentine When we lied, to and fro
Of all the banks that we robbed, I think my favorite one was mine Of all the bushes that burned, the ones I like hock why's in kind Of all the toys that we smashed, I think I like the ones that wind Of all the beotches we pimp slapped, I like the one's that did not mind
Over matter, your head on a platter Put the bread in the battery acid Don't I scream 'Conney island' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com On a sunny side down To the water your cell me your daughter Or plot a new course on a horse With no name, dropping pill Popping son of a beotch The bug bites make me eotch
Of all the trees that we hugged, I think I liked the ones that died Of all the buts that we grabbed, I remember only the wide ones Of all the whales that we beached, you chose to blame it on the tide Of all the forks that we stole, just to jab each other's eyes
Of the shape, of the smoke Of the pain, of the pipe Twist and turn, records burn Melting wax, melting hype Heard the change, deep exchange Burning down, turning ripe Of the shape, of the smoke Of the pain, of the pipe
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