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Bird Andrew The Mysterious Production Of Eggs

over prescribed under the mister we had survived to turn on the history channel and ask our esteemed panel why are we alive and here's how they replied

well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons and when you look up at the sky all

those that will judge will say you're aloof but you know the truth is a seed you know what you need is a conflagration cause when I see your blood and

only lonely whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird

if we can call them friends we can call them on red telephones and they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone if we can call them

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when I wake up in the morning I pour the coffee read the paper then I slowly and so softly do the dishes feed the fishes sing me Happy Birthday sing

There's one guy I'd like to thank He signs the checks and leaves them blank, he's the one He says you don't have to walk a plank The game is rigged, go

Over prescribed under the mister We had survived to turn on the history channel And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive And here's how they replied