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spinning the bottle
Xolooo might fuck a whole model
Here she went wearing a whole mottle
Everybody here just shut up
Put on the makeup she bad
Put

the turtle

All make my home their home

My curtains are crape mottle

And the firefly flies neath my dome

I've never had money

And I'll never need none

Heartbreak Suzie

Goldmine

Boombastic

1995

Wasn't it you who wanted life alone
You must be crazy (you must him mottle)
To still want to be my lady
You must be crazy (mm)
To still want to be my

Fig Tree

Bunny Wailer

Blackheart Man

1976

fig tree (Chorus: In my little fig tree)
Where I long to be from all misery, yeah yeah yeah yea 

Now ever man is a man and every mickle make a mottle

Root canals and temporary crowns 
Routinely mottle my inverted D frowns 
Less abrasive sounds and more rhythmic grooves 
Will grace us with respect

spilling and moving
With your balls hanging by a throttle
Looking mottle
Starting to bottle these feelings
Oh my god why do my balls wattle like a piano
I

Shelter

The curves of my shells
Mottle the hunter of ophidian sparks
The refuge of my eyes
Reclusion violated by the vile profane

Flight, price for my

staring 
Your new mottles acid wash the screen pretty 
I’m sorry that I couldn’t stick around to watch you discover it for yourself

No, can they be masked?
And so skin mutates, mottles, and molts again
And then it returns to water
But still, in those eyes that know, it sees
And so

mottles
The fisher of dead men hauls net for the night
While lugworm and leech knot by oil lamp light
While lugworm and leech knot by oil lamp light
I wake

but you'd never leave
You would wait till the wind blew a gap in the leaves
And then mottle the floor
And imprint onto me light
Now I've cut all

mottles Cause of all my diseases
But that is because Jamal is my Ancestor
If you need some fertilizer
I am present
I will make all your plants shoot Up

Crux of the Message

Skyclad

Folkemon

2001

rendered complete.
The mottle blue heavens now
gather in whispers, to wait for the encore.
A black cloudless sheet.

Turn the noise down 
I can't concentrate on what I'm trying to hear
The clutter mottles up the sample rate
The signal isn't clear

I've tried so hard