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on the line
Scour it down in a wind of sand
Bleach it clean to a vinegar shine

Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a headful of bees
You are my little kite
on the line
Scour it down in a wind of sand
Bleach it clean to a vinegar shine

Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a headful of bees
You are my little kite
cost too much I'd share with someone else.
Or I would scour the Yellow Pages and I'd rent them.

I know I can probably pop a wheely
Entertaining
And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride,
Five-hundred thou on the block
The ones when we ride on the block, pumpin
a daze
I feel isolated
Don't wanna communicate

I'll take a shower, I will scour
I will rub
To find peace of mind
The happy mind I once owned, yeah
Huntley toon
A lang fareweel tae ye

But noo she's marrit tae a tinker lad
Wha bides in Huntley toon
He mends pots and pans and paraffin lamps
Aan' scours
a daze
I feel isolated
Don't wanna communicate

I'll take a shower, I will scour
I will rub
To find peace of mind
The happy mind I once owned, yeah
Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
a daze
I feel isolated
Don't wanna communicate

I'll take a shower, I will scour
I will rub
To find peace of mind
The happy mind I once owned, yeah
Go bright light
Scour the forest
Through the night
Searching for a
Sign of life
Memories of fears and strife
Keep his legs from
Turning blue
Broken
Identical with the same piece
Missing from both never complete
Never achieving their
True perfection
So why go scour the earth for the missed piece
Maybe
shoulder, 
Strained resistance to scour the door for you 
Father's footsteps or your mother's shoes, 

Coming up and over, 
Cut across your Latin roots.
lane myself
Drinking myself lame
Call, collect and gather me, take me intravenously

Or I'll just prowl the hills
It's hares and hunts, you scour
And scour your DNA for your disease
So you can beg me or bite down
Your hollow words mean nothing to me

Don't blame your alibi
Don't sing your poetry
Scour the morning papers, all in vain
Evening after, who remembers?
Say your prayers for the great pretenders
I see nothing but flowers, all in vain
I
Uh, that was creepy. 

I would rather slurp rancid tuna salad out of my own ass, 

Or scour my boobies off with a rusty SOS pad, 

Or hump
the earth like a lost worker bee

Out in the world
I know that somewhere
A hard drinking girl
With kindness in reservoirs
Looks to the sea
Or scours
ceux
Que l'on détourne
L'enjeu
Est-ce le faux au s'cours
Panique
L'amour ça s'fait
A deux
Bien fait c'est du feu
De dieu
Mais qu'as tu fait
De
a room content inside a bubble
And in the night time we go out and scour the streets for trouble

Hey, hey, marry me, Archie
Hey, hey, marry me, Archie
You will walk away
Leave me paralyzed
Gone I'll lose my way
Sever legs from spine

Wash it all away
Scour thoughts from mind
Drain the veins, replace
don't move like a coward
Knowledge is power and the flower of life is (s)ours
Get as high as ours, maybe you could see the towers
Scour your dirty mind
coup d'vent dans l'cou
Si ça secoue, ça s'couvre, ça s'corse, j'cri au s'cours
Quand t'es a'ec ta tête de René Lévesque
T’évites le vent, le vélo, la
wide
Sent Wilson and his men to scour over the other side

Up the wild Shangani and down the other side
Up the wild Shangani where Allan Wilson died
I used to scour, lost my Daddy too early, made me a man without mercy, a touch from a higher help me to channel the anger, now I'm Guttasnype for life

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