All of your kids
Have been gathering around my
Gathering around my
My front lawn
Tell your kids
Stay out of my front lawn
My front lawn
I'm a deep moist hole
Or so I've been told
Creeping into your home
I become your life
How interesting you are
How uninteresting I am
Gotta doll it up
Gotta feed the heap
All of these mundane chores
Make my body feel so cheap
But we wouldn't last
Not even for a week
You want to change the past?
Look at the history
We're freaks!
We could never see that far
Could never see past our own hands
I will cherish these moments
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