r. stevie moore - sidelines lyrics
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i have looked at the man
quite a few cold times before
he is not looking at me
it’s chilly, i feel a raising pore
once in this time to try
to raise the only poor four
come out from under the mossy rock
right now, 2 to 4
spices, and baby brown rice
halves are never round
but always under those round hats
on long cream heads of? marx
hands never alone, or
but possibly, maybe used
medella knows and points high
round in circles
ending in pillows of lace
stop all this silly talk
begin & begin again
widen their pupils with nitrate
shoot speed into thеir b+lls
before you poor four
gods are i & i!
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