I called you I told you I guess I always wanted Is that stupid I'm so untrue that's too bad I can't stop Found a little squirrel a little dead a little head a little fist Why did I think of you I'll always wonder what he told and What he meant and that's too bad
You can't see pools in his eyes You can't see squirrels in your poison
I'm here again alone again I'm talking again And wanting I saw the gimp girl today she's walking in between you She walks circle Spins around you She lives on looks
On Where are your legs Where are your her legs
I'll always wonder what she told and That's too bad
He's a statue and she is broken broken again He's a statue they say she broke him She's so broken all out again
You can't see pools in eyes You can't see me in your poison
I thought this hardness was a shell It's a hard hard Hard core
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