The Military School Dance Dismissal Lyrics
The cargo feels like this,
Otherwise, guess, of course, we’ve missed.
A French coach close up beneath the rear,
We’re playing guns again, we have no fear.
Super balls, they cause the problem hearts,
Apples fresh, s***w you in an outer space hypnotic, it suffice.
None of them or all of us will preif.
Time is blowing constantly of hit,
Lately I’ve been thinking out of s**t.
Nervous skinned, no humble pack, no fun.
Freshly from a coma on the run.
Secret stop and space inspects itself.
Frost collects itself upon the shelf.
Audo James never had a chance,
Never had a bullet for the dance.
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