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All the children
are popping up like weeds
telling me I can be
anything I please
without wings
stuffing my mouth with
bibles frowns and heads hung down
still they're telling me
I can be
anything I please without wings
All the children
are popping up like weeds
telling me I can be
anything I please
without wings
stuffing my mouth with
bibles frowns and heads hung down
still they're telling me
I can be
anything I please without wings