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spree, acquiring any bitch
I wanna be lucid, more paved than crooked
Remember them days, I was paler than a thrush
And i'm spelling all these words while

I hate church
Always have
Always will
Just wasted time
Not in the woods
Get in the woods
The wood thrush
Is the only psalm
I need to hear
I need

to obey
Sap the static, wrapped in plastic, saviors sealed away
Throw the switch and let the demons play

It's mine... and mine alone
The weight of thrush

The Sun does arise
And make happy the skies
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring
The skylark and thrush
The birds of the bush
Sing louder

V1
crush everybody, ruckus an Earthquake,
thrush in the throat, discussed with my birthweight,
lush actual, i’m viscous, the surf breaks
quick

meadows of berries
And rainbows of flowers
And the spiraling flute of the hermit's thrush
I've come all this way just to praise and to gush
And give thanks

to death !
What kind of... Chuggalugg
Could make me feel so ill ?
With just a brush of me eyes,
It was scarcely a face at all !
More like thrush consumed

the 40 don't want me to touch! know that your bitch sucked my dick, she got thrush! what were you thinking, we're fucking around? going to be making

I don't want to wait
Until the spring
Until the clouds roll away
And the hermit thrush sings
And I'd rather not wait
Until we think we have a clue

night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms / , a fox in the brush /
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The will of the wind

I have seen the lark soar high at morn'
To sing up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his song
The thrush and the linnet too
But none

Still hopeful for acceptance
To be met with folded arms
Quit harboring rejection
Biting off your yellow tongue
Thrush

of holy thoughts to make him merry
where, when he dies,
his tomb may be a bush,
where harmless robin dwells
with gentle thrush.
Happy, happy were he, happy

just flies…
Shakespeare's words mentioned birds
Birds sing song so they belong in the throng
In Central Park; import skylark
Thrush and starling would be

so gay
Each meadow in its prime
Where the blackbird and the golden thrush
They tune their notes so gay
But still I have a notion of
Going to Amerikay

will keep its vow

The fences are mended and
Snow's in the air
A thrush still flashes in the sky
Lonesome and tired
I build a fire
And wonder what it's

on a PlayStation
You are craving the touch of a make up brush
Drinking Four Lokos taking photos of your tongue soaked in thrush
Hush my darling you're getting vax

I saw the city scenery
I watch the sunset fall
Under oaks and by the stream
I hear the wood thrush call
Nobody knows me like the sky
The moon never

the rabbit and one for the deer
One for the dogs who'd come dangerously near
 
Now this old rose with the ears of a dog
Can still hear the thrush and he sings

Mentions my name to all of her gyaldem
Chic wanna flex and fuck
But she way to dutty
No shawty it's peak I don't wanna see thrush
Got a girl on my line who's

still didn't count on hearing
Myself in the tune of a song thrush in a clearing
By the gardens that I thought that I'd not so soon be nearing
See how I

singing,
wren, redbird, pretty quick quick,
the wood thrush hymns,
and the apple tree answers.

Red ball, in the rising smoke,
breakfast out on the porch,

of our Ever was wan
For the months to come she
Smoked me out like a thrush in
The brush; one could chew on such fumes
And it worked! Now I live
In her

Cos now I got thrush
So now I'm gonna cry like a baby took a needle to the thigh
I'm not gonna lie this is how I wanna die