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Song Kids - MGMT. You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to
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Song Kids - MGMT. You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to
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Song Kids - MGMT. You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to
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Song Kids - MGMT. You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to
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Dead in the water. It's not a paid vacation. The sons and daughters of city officials. Attend demonstrations. It's hardly a sink or swim. When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper.
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You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward him. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. Picking insects off of plants. No time to think of conseque
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This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together. We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever. Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout,. Wave your hands,. Mak
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Mild apprehension. Blank dreams of the coming fun. Distort the odds of a turnaround. Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in. And stay inert You say, "I've got the backbone". The b
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Metanoia, reshaping the world. It can teach you. And reprogram you. It can show you the flood. That's trapped inside. This one's alive. The tail is breathing. And she's listening. Kill the ser
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Sleep as the goer. The bridge that watches the light-speed through. And cries while the spirit stumbles. The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent. The voice can't bear anymor
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Evil is I, Yes to find a shore,. A beast that doesn't quiver anymore,. And we can crush some plants to paint my walls,. And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars. Was I? I was too lazy to play.
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And there were future reflections. On the face and the hands. On a green colored island. On a primitive man. It was the future reflected. It felt familiar but new. A street was missing a buildin
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Sometimes the windows combine with the seams in a way. That twitches on a peak at the place where the spirit was slain. One foot leads to another. Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers. Sequins
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I just shook the handshake. I just sealed the deal. I'll try not to let them take. Everything they can steal People always told me. Says, don't forget your roots. I know I can feel them. Underne
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Sleep as the goer. The bridge that watches the light-speed through. And cries while the spirit stumbles. The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent. The voice can't bear anymor
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My green silken river and two lights. I could almost touch the free walls. When we were evicted from the heavens,. Fast clouded-over bumbling eyes. Now peering out through a sinking. Cosmic smile
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It can't pay attention. What slips into the system. A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep. Don't sympathize with the mystery disease All it is is a feeling,. Pain in a dress too revealin
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