How The Defeated Angels Fornicated On Rusty Swings In Close Proximity To This Song Comments
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If the genius doesn’t mow his lawn,
He feeds the demons that are living there,
Poisons like crumbs for birds,
And he realizes the world isn’t entirely real,
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