Someone died
in the bathroom
And it
stinks worse than a Raccoon
The boy
won’t say a thing
He just
holds the broom
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THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND
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Someone died
in the bathroom
And it
stinks worse than a Raccoon
The boy
won’t say a thing
He just
holds the broom
๐ต๐ซ
THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND
Seven times
I called you, tonight
The rest of
the night
I waited for
your call
I’ll go
crazy
You’re
driving me
Up the wall
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And
it doesn’t matter
Who
you are?
As
long as you’re mine
I’m
your creator
Don’t
cry for a father
We
both shall see the sun
Let
the moon pass by
๐
Sugar, I'll
take you away
Far away
Far from
here, far away
Where the
sun brightens
Its first
ray
☀️
No trees, no
plants
No blades of
grass
No seas, no
rivers
No landmass
Where shall
we go?
Where shall
we go after that?
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THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND
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When I see
you in my dreams
I wonder if I am awake or asleep?
When I see
you in my dream
I wonder oh,
oh,
What you
saw, you reap
When I see
you in my dreams
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THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND
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