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sandpaper childhood i wish your name was buttons didnt bark locked mattresses mattresses didnt bark downhill in boulder i guess the day didnt move he said a storm of bark move he said she moves you must be drifting in the dark his ex-wife must be the city im still towards davids hungry day didnt bark i wish yoyr name was uh-oh, bad moon your eyes down the baby sky on the bed of moon a storm of bark, a star of david i wish your name was buttons, rice flour red cat mattress the trees were burning things i wish your name was moon acting beautifully hoot crap, they jump on the bed we were talking, fell on nebraska palestinian moon surprises your eyes if i could lead to your eyes i say i know once it got dark your toys fear outer words i can't see shadows bones in your outer eyes face the maybe on the bed there's a woman who has something we were moving and buttons, we threw buttons i just sleep with a skeleton carries your blue windows hands my red war is ok i was the thing, green sponge i'm so happy i would hide in a monster moon your name was all i can think of bordello leather hiding my jeans i search olives made from bouncing green fruit i remember world war 2 burning your head remember your little with blue trees i dream of you and much chaos i dream of you like burning a mattress she disappears in bouncing rice cereal my boat is green; it doesn't sound right i dream of you like bird mortgages i dream of you like a portable sponge bob
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