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Blake Babies Earwig

How is it on the inside? They say you can't see the sun. Do they lock up all the doors at night? Did they take away your farm? Do they stare at you?

It was getting cold and I felt like I was drifting away. So I pulled the wool over my eyes, it was heavy and warm And when you acted like this was how

Thick as a wooden block, white-walled tire. Thin as a blade of grass, pointed spire. From here to Burma, The time it takes to get to you. From here

ll stick it deep inside. I'll stick it deep inside, 'Cause I'm loose. I took a ride...pretty baby. I went down...Baby, you can tell. I took a ride...pretty baby

It's my island, get off. It's where I'll live. I'll shake your face off my mind. There'll be no trace of your kind. I'll put it outta' my head, it's

How many times does it take to know? How many inches will your nose grow? How many girls will you pull in tow? How many minutes until you go? Take your

There you go again as soon as the going gets tough. Are you finding that a diet of fluff won't fill you up? That's a nice line, from where did you lift

Somebody gave me this song, I just supplied the links. I don't like to sit too long, for fear that I might sink. I don't like to fly too far, for fear