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you're happy all alone Now please take care Love mum and dad Dear Ronnie, why'd you leave us? We hate to make a lot of fuss What made you go? Love mum
Hello mum, I know we have our ups and downs, but I just want to thank you for everything, Without you I'd be nothing. [Verse 1 - Ironik] Listen mum,
falling Virgin white Is covering everything Blessed be the Sun That's hiding Not shedding light On the face of suffering Oooh, Mum's dying Oooh, Mum'
Skar the fire son Pet the smiling one Woo the sleeping one Ro the crying one Hu-hviss my little one Ro-ro my crying one Ligg-ligg my tired one Rura sleeping
Feel the moon pull your love Faster up to the sky Feel the moon pull your love Faster up to the sky, the sky Feel the moon pull your love Faster up
Please don't flow so fast, you little mountain hum I'll take a bottle down to you Please don't flow this fast, you hold a little hum I'll bottle sounds
Down from my ceiling drips great noise It drips on my head through a hole in the roof Behind these two hills here there's a pool And when I'm swimming
We throw our loupes, our little phone Our lovely shorts, oh marmalade fires We throw our folds, our pots and pans Our dirty planks, oh marmalade fires
Your glancing cracks your skin Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty bulbs Your pants fall to the ground They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks
See the fog on my horizon, it's dancing And it smells like a teenager See the bones behind my eyelids, they're dancing And they sound like tap dancing
Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath Who go cry for hammer in her teeth? We'll spoil her pretty face
These berries are eyes Your eyes, my eyes Birds turn their necks Stare at them, long for them For the neck is a fruit Your neck, my neck These fruits
like to teach the world to sing You're gonna get your head kicked in Don't lose your temper In the shopping center, son Just remember The young offender's mum
Mum's the word, don't start a ruckus, it's best Aunt Sue don't know ''cause she's so proud, so if she finds out I reckon we ought alert Uncle Joe Mum
too. I wonder what I did to make my mum so mad No perfect homelife but the only one I had. Oh my god, mum changed the locks. Now I've got my freedom
Hope you don't think I'm rude Fuck You Hope you don't think I'm precious Fuck You Hope you see I'm well adjusted: I can't stand the sight of you Don't
well approximation of the situation tends to bend when you have too much to drink and you piss off your friends you cant talk, and you cant walk,
