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sure he was safe Then began to explain the complaints of her day Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck It's not selfish to not do all they
Bitches are sayin' like feminist 내 주변이라면 Fuck off 걘 거짓말 지껄여 Cellist 설명은 내 입에서 없어 네 친구랑 널 Package, fuck 두꺼워서 안 썰려 Why you act like lame bitch? 그럼
their managers gay Syncopation to the sound of the ball Trouble with the ref, on in the concert hall Hey you! What? That cellist was found, that
choice My mother's second name is Joyce And once when she was very young She saw a cellist being hung Thirteen men with long black heads All came
the cellists Got us doing something vile in a homemade movie That's a porn flick mate, when me and her fornicate From my point of view, lames will anoint
and Alphonso from Turkey The cellist who was blind might have blown my mind Monogamy, are you mocking me? It always feels like you're cock-blocking me I would
clack No, I haven't forgotten the cellist - I only had four lines So she gets two to herself, string-awesomeness defined And all together they made
give a fuck if its making them all jealous I got focus Just like a cellist Yo yo ma just called and asked me for some lettuce
greed Pianists key an ode to it, cellists let the cello lead The little boy who's grade card is bearing all 7 C's Who sits in class and stares off
spins A cellist for quids, we're pulling mad strings Cookies in the raw tray Flows off the wall mate like a sound wave or pat ball game Yea while you were
the stench of the carrion crows For I'm a cellist with no cello or bow But rather razors and flesh, cutting sonatas so bold Only one thing is eternal No one
over it I should have just stayed in bed I would have rather been the cellist on the titanic This is a song that I wrote because you’re not paying
keeping Secrets from you Tonight they'll concede your worth And let you in The cellist I always wanted to meet Died in France of a rare disease Her last
Taking off away from earth Into Edens of their own Where restrictions have no throne Still live without the wings Like a cellist missing strings
to watch this Cellist play a set of classical pieces He was actually a Doctor raising money And collecting blood donations for his hospital I was seated
a colorless life The cellist playing the beautiful tune Opened his heart for me But my words cut him up And i didnt know how to stop And he began to bleed I
Of the house where I live Still plucking heart strings like a cellist Spin like propellers Keep telling these fellas My melody sings Let the horns blow Let
물론 넷상 안에서만 일어나는 일이군 네들은 평생 질문해본 적도 없지 이런 다 퇴근해 빨리 야근 집어치워 문화생활 영위해라 친구 I don't give a fuck 상사 또 꼰대 그럼 변하겠지 취향처럼 뒤바뀌는 Playlist 난 튕기는 Cellist Cause Im
The gardeners and fairies And Harrison Ford Lounge singers and cellists Troubadours and clones Baristras, the Moors Oh, and The Rolling Stones We're all
pleasant Now the surfaces seem so Iridescent She's a cellist and a cubist Carries lots of humans Wants a purple green and black ring Plasma princess I
Pullin' out drawers of rescue pills Pushin' mountains up steeper hills When did cellists play for money When did music come for free Why is it
Ceremonies for an ancient ritual Cawing sounded in the chancel The cellist was a black crow Death conducts this orchestra Black witches I send
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