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| Shells waiting... |
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| ...for "Best Dessert in AZ." September 2012. |
God speed all the bakers at dawn. May they all cut their thumbs,
and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields, am I too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like--
Well, I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores,
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields, am I too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like--
Well, I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores,
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
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