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Wiggly Hands!
02:40
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WIGGLY HANDS!
Pockets full of my hands...
wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly HANDS!
How did they get there? Honey, Heaven only knows..
How did they get there? Honey, Heaven only knows!
wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly HANDS!
My Mouth is full of Hot Sand... it's
burnin' and burnin' and burnin' and burnin' and
burnin' and burnin' and burnin' and burnin' HOT SAND!
How did they get there? Honey, Heaven only knows..
How did they get there? Honey, Heaven only knows!
la, la la laaaa...
I'm Wiggly handed! (ba-na-na-na-na-naaaaa)
Wiggly Handed! (ba-na-na-na-na-naaaaa)
Wiggly Handed! (ba-na-na-na-na-naaaaa)
wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly HANDS!
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th' DRAIN!
02:50
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Life in a clean cupholder, Life in a magazine.
I wanna be tipped over and fall into th' sea.
I wanna see th' turtles and greet anemones
i wanna soak my pages, and Let these colours bleed.
Off of th' bigger picture, no more yellows or greens,
no more blues, reds or purples. NO MORE OF ANYTHING.
I just can't even stand it, all of this makes me sick.
But what is worse than anything is none of it.
Scene set a warzone of Masculinity, being a mask of overwhelming Feminity.
I've got my hands tied, and got my teeth smashed
Cos now I have pride in who I really am.
I wanna wash away, throw me down th' Drain.
I wanna wash away, throw me down th' Drain.
OPA!
I wanna wash away, throw me down th' Drain.
I wanna wash away, throw me down th' Drain.
Life in a clean cupholder, Life in a magazine.
I wanna be tipped over and fall into th' sea.
I wanna wash away, throw me down th' Drain.
(Life in a clean cupholder, Life in a magazine.)
I wanna wash away, throw me down th' Drain.
(I wanna be tipped over and fall into th' sea.)
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Dipped in a Dream
02:41
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Nevermind the furthermore, cos my plea is insanity
I'm hided underneath th' sheets, from a sour realty...
When I Fall into a Sleep, My Heart's been Dipped in a Dream.
GO.
I'm takin' off last nights face, starin' into the vanity
as a Member of th' Human Race, but not part of this Realty
I'm applyin' th' Glue and Lovin' my life, Like you're Lovin' yours too
Like you're Lovin' yours too.
When I Fall into a sleep, My Hearts been Dipped in a Dream
Topped off with Sugar and Cream, My Hearts been Dipped in a Dream.
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When I Fall into a sleep, My Hearts been Dipped in a Dream
Topped off with Sugar and Cream, My Hearts been Dipped in a Dream.
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I Take 1 Big Breath, And I Think my Sorry thoughts of you.
My Sorry thoughts of You.
I Dust off my Head, and I Clap my Hands along 2 you.
My Hands along 2 you.
I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Listenin' 2 that Little Tiny Voice in my Ear,
I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Listenin' 'n I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Care.
I Halt, Clap no hands.
And I Raise my Fists in Thoughts of You.
My Fists in thoughts of youuuuuu, HEY.
I-I'M TRYIN' HARD, ON A HARD RESTART.
I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Listenin' 2 that Little Tiny Voice in my Ear,
I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Listenin' 'n I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Care.
I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Listenin' 2 that Little Tiny Voice in my Ear,
I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Listenin' 'n I'm Learnin' How 2 Live w/o Care.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I DON'T CARE.
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INTOLERACE
02:39
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1 or 2 faced, Can't Stand th' sight of either anyway.
Something about you to me really stinks,
But I'll plug my nose and converse anyways.
yeah!
I really wish that you would go away,
because you're crowdin' up my elbow space.
Th' Place I Keep People I Tolerate.
'cos EVERYTIME YOU CROSS MY MIND
I WANT TO PUT A BULLET INTO MY OWN HEAD AND DIE!
BUT INSTEAD OF HUMOR, I'LL TAKE IT OUT ON YOU MORE.
yyyyyeah, I really wish that you would go away,
because you're crowdin' up my elbow space.
Th' Place I Keep People I Tolerate.
I Bought a New Air Freshener Today
Cos somethin' to me 'bout you really stinks
and I really want this smell to go away.
We Really Wish That You Would Go Away,
Because You're Crowdin' Up Our Elbow Space.
Th' Place We Keep People We Tolerate.
We Really Wish That You Would Go Away,
Because You're Crowdin' Up Our Elbow Space.
Th' Place We Keep People We Tolerate.
We Really Wish That You Would Go Away,
Because You're Crowdin' Up Our Elbow Space.
Th' Place We Keep People We DO NOT HATE!
We Don't Tolerate youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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I Dress like a Salmon, 'n Smell like 1-2!
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