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The farm's alive with the sound of bells Goats calving, bulls a-strayin' The sun's a-shining on the land We've been working hard since the break
down homegrown western Saturday night Well the calving's all done and the brandins' through Hayin' don't start for a week or two There ain't but one
Well, the calving's all done and the brandins' throughHayin' won't start for a week or two There ain't but one thing left to do It's time
Born in sheep's blood plain and simple Washed out of my mother's temple All around I heard them laughing As father sheep had stood there calving
the lace It was funny cuz the expression on your face I'm the king nah matter fact i'm the ace Said yo girl think I'm cute with my calving klien jeans I
Bovine dream She moves me, she moves me Look at her swoon She's over the moon She'll be calving soon Irene, in the pasture she reigns supreme
great chunks of weeks and months collapse like calving glaciers in the arctic You're just a baby now but I'm afraid it won't be long Till you're stealing
I am the monster storm I am the calving ice I am the whale-meat boat I am the silent hive I am the two-inch hail I am the starving bear There is no
I am the monster storm I am the calving ice I am the whale-meat boat I am the silent hive I am the two-inch hail I am the starving bear There is no
cannot last The glaciers are all calving As the oceans slowly rise The CEOs are laughing As they swiftly take the prize And we all sit befuddled As we're
Stuck in a funky wave Need to break off of glaciers Calving care for a fresher rebirth I think I'm getting off topic And now it all sounds like nonsense
Travolta in his cowboy hat and boots Moving every calving season so he never puts down roots Country song that's on the jukebox Tells the story that we live
on beats I spar with the producer Calving out my own path through the darkness I menouvered If it's really just a dream then to sleep is the conclusion
Fuck all that noise a play poy the sleeps wet Smoke a bundle till the face lace my brain and neurons Calving on my downfall and on my fucking forearm
full of chunks With a simple twisted head, with a simple twisted head This manifestos aimed at my civility and calving grounds And takes a look at what I
calving like oi You need to hold it down Jack, put your phone back Quit staring into space and eat your snack, that's that She'll want you much for not
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