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Oh where are you going said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you said Festel to Fose We're off to the woods said John the Red Nose We're off
Oh where are you going said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you said Festel to Fose We're off to the woods said John the Red Nose We're off
Oh where are you going said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you said Festel to Fose We're off to the woods said John the Red Nose We're off
on you Lord To make something new You are Creator of my soul You are the Moulder of my heart You are Creator of my soul You are the Moulder of my heart You
Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose We're off
Killing your deepest moulder Loosing your life affection Don't lose connection , don't lose connection . Verse 2 Talent shows propose to be a clown Wear
as snow Blood of the christ has made me whole I know Life is gonna be better cast my cares on his shoulder he's the moulder he's the owner of the folder
and its colder Chips all on my shoulder Rising up and wising up like my fucking moulders Like my fucking moulders Bright nights Dim lights Feels
to think I could rise from my grave somehow But all of your freedom moulders with me Nobody wants you now Faceless one Your vultures betrayed To say
can't deny you get am Omoge you be nepa Call me make I enter For you I go surrender I swear your mama and your papa Dem be moulder Cuz wetin I dey see E
You moulder my roots with your trials How many victims have died A new wind of justice shall blow over earth The soul that you keep is going to be
and roll shoes So let that moulder run Headed out towards the sun I'm in the mood for movin' on I'll be back some day I don't care where I ride
At last the plastic garbage their souls fly up to The sky and moulder center of everything Moulder among the other planets Where they become one To be
droop my youthful head. And when our bones do moulder, And weeping-willows o'er us grow, Its deeds to bold Napoleon Will stain the bonny Bunch
My old man he was fifty-one What was he to do? A craftsman moulder on the dole In nineteen thirty-two He felt he'd given all he could give So he
into a crisp Let him get close to you So you're in his trip First you'll smoke and moulder Blister up and singe When ignition hits you The very soul
a wife I something you You whatnot me I something you As the dead things moulder 10 In Leicester Square That's the place to be After all
as bureaucracy moulders Sweet opiates further the dream The fate of the world on her silk-caressed shoulders Scarlet this woman The Great Harlot Babylon She
Beneath a dimming sun great cities moulder and decay In brooding nights of gloom and on Through melancholy days In the manses of the mages great
pushing forward FBI hunting us globally call Moulder Yeah X-Files built from toxic relationships Nothing worse than healing from a narcissist She says "I
rolled up sum shit Orange as the head of state Smokin covid to face Got the munchies took the cake this some otherworldly shit get Moulder on case i aint
body moulders boys My spirit will be free And every comrade's honour boys Will yet be dear to me And in the thick and bloody fight Let not your courage
bowels moulder and no one cares but you Beliefs, convictions, blind opinions, a fading flesh tattoo Going frostbite, feel numb and tired, back's against
I am getting older Doesn't mean that a minute I am getting moulder Falling out the world I need a holder I can't control myself but I am wired
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