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Gaunt ribboned hounds they wallow
Synchronous, what all is scrawled
In finding your better half
Prating mouths of fallow
Catching eyes at the brunt of a stride
Towards finding your better half
Gnawing right at your side
Feel for the hands so cultured
Golden sound from chiming swine
To finding your better
Raid the house and
Take my crown down
Tell the crowds to
Take my crown down now
I will let go when it's right
Trudging after all
All endeared to turn us on
For the floor
An exit
(A gavel fills the hall)
Perturbed
And draw from you
Rally rave with burdened eyes
Lapsing to and fro
Youre for the floor
To exit
The gravity in tow
And drawn from you
Rapid
Live Pygmy from the pulpit
With a backbreaking plight of cause
To finding your better half
And whether you know
And whether or not in skin
Divided through holy ceaseless
Gnawing right at your side
Gaunt ribboned hounds they wallow
Synchronous, what all is scrawled
In finding your better half
Raid the house and
Take my crown down
Tell the crowds to
Take my crown down

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