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Written, recorded and uploaded on a Thursday.
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the sweet dessert, for the deepest sleep,
its ages old, this recipe,
the covers worn, the pages spread,
I wanna bake the cake, thats in my head
Thats why....
I'm going next door, for some sugar,
Next door for sugarland
I'm going next door, for some sugar,
Next door for sugarland
Now I ain't smoken, I don't chug a lug
to settle this pettle that don't leave much,
and loves a fruit, thats going bad,
now that you seen me look so sad,
so when I stumbled, in modern times
you chewed me up and I fell behind,
so I shall receive the good lords blessin'
when she lead me, into regression,
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SOLO
and the hearts a myth, a poets dud,
stuck in cage just pumping blood
and the mind creates both love and lust
d.d.d.ddanger red turn us to dust
when I don't have to play detective
open wide and so receptive
so a song to drench, a poets rage
to keep the neighbours, on the page
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