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Perfect Circle A Rose

Don't disturb the beast the temperamental goat the snail While he's feeding on the rose Stay rose, and compromise what I will, I am Been around the wind

: Don't disturb The beast The tempermental goat The snail while he's feeding on the Rose Stay frozen, compromising What I will I am Bend around The

circle of life Circle, circle of life Mrs. Johnson in her big house Perfect life, white picket fence But in the night you will hear her crying Praying for a

You see I met her on a monday And her name was chill From the what-the-hell family's Relation to free will Yeah she circled my circumference Said she had some time to kill Been combing the beach for a

amazed I'm the mightiest slinger of them all There is a time for war and a time for peace And a time to run and a time to split Getting dusty in the

him a raise How lucky Life's a bed of roses whirling perfume on me You can spare me the blues I don't sing in that key And if there's a man who'd leave

just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw just a scratch upon the

Floating in red again A deepened soil Nothing Empty cup Trade not known Showing promise of a perfect land No regrets for a fallen ground The omen

, big wet rose in my teeth I'm a perfect piece of ass like every Californian So tall I take over the street with high-beams shining on my back A wingspan