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of red clay And lottery worship Where all of these murders is Definitely probably on purpose And all the colicky children getting Put out in the churches
stay put, stay put, stay put Once in a while, you blame the baby He's colicky and cranky and he thinks I'm too hirsute Big foot, big foot, big foot
colicky babies See that they need medicine To cure the diseases Now I know their exit scheme They're burning ships and staggering Monica... Baiting
that tree. But I get it because the youngest one cries a lot colicky, but past that phase where it should be. And the cry is, is aggressive, you know.
colicky like you just mad at the world The only way to express yourself is through music and girls I mean everything's different when the standards set
Remain to lead me through time To a God you built by firelight And I sleep, a shivering satellite Awake in a river's towering reeds A colicky hereafter
straight I'm the reason that your Baby feelin' colicky today I'm a product of the prophecy Then profit off the play Probably pick the Wallabies The top off
Free and got a lost cause Holler if you hear me shooting, hollow bodies high Cower salted, high exalted, colicky and alcoholic Call it when I see it
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