I don’t want to be the one to really know you suffer, I don’t want to be the one to tell you why, I don’t want to be the one to turn you in doper, I don’t want to be the one to make you feel like dying. Oh yeah you had until October, don’t let me tell you the reasons why, but if I lay it out you’ll never learn you’re lesson, but if i lay it out you’ll never even try, but if I gave into your daughter, you’ll ask your mother, she knows the reasons why
It’s the camels straw that broke the needle, but it’s the needle that broke the boy
it’s just one more drag until the end of December. Ask Atlanta, ask you’re brother Roy.
It’s the camels back that broke the snow in winter, it’s the needle that broke the camels boy, it’s the camel’s boy that broke the straw into timber, and in the end it’s all because of brother Roy. I hope the needle and the boy December
I lumped the straw against the camels eye, I passed through the needle back into tinder, ask the professors who escapes and why, ride the island like you never knew it’s author, ride the island like you never want to die. Find out how father scape goats his guide. All the gold is buried back into the winter, on the excess snow will make mason jars to cry, hide away your tears and lie bold for your daughter. Put it on your grave and never wonder why.
It’s a camels straw that broke the needle over, it’s an evil that broke mother’s boy and he said goodbye and walked away in winter, and he said goodbye and he shed a piece of pride.
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