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Kill Me. The King lyrics
Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides
But I fear hes lower than before
Though he's stronger than he looks
Hes made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings
Of hands and feet
Up so high
"How do they flutter so damn high?"
Now begin the search that hails you home
"I think I lost my means."
He said with his face in the cup
Desperate times make for desperate people
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- Track 10 on Waiter: You Vultures!
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