Stuck between a
cro$s
Ana Grim reaper
Smiling'shard
Talk is cheaper
Holes are dark
as
Dungeons deeper
All these bees
Without no keeper
All humming around
In
Their heavenly hive
Thats full of funk
And full of jive
And full of piss
That's
Full of salt
Shrugging shoulders
Full of not's my fault
Scared and howling
At
This moon, like.
There's no lala bye
For the same old tune
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