(Put the little kids in the corner with their face and their eyes in the corner)
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My favorite band, is a witch.
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Find themselves in poet corners, and they still like to dick.
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It's of course, they're afraid. It's a fine, complicate.
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You can find, demonstrate. Slip along, demon ways.
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My favorite band, is a witch.
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Find themselves with perfect mornings, and they still try to live.
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The menstration. Pull it surprised a masterbation. A little morning cries
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I wish on thievery of corners. Admit the cries I know he's saying I know he's saying so tired
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They'll have to put the little kids in the corner with there eyes and face on the floor.
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You're so fucked up now. You're fucked up now.
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Put the little kids in the corner with their eyes and face on the floor.
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Put the little kids in the corner with their eyes and face on the floor.
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I know you want me to keep on going
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You want me to keep on going.
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And you know wherever I am..
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Bandwitch
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Broken Social Scene |