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For All the Saints Who from Their Labours Rest, hymn lyrics

For All The Cows
Foo Fighters, The - For All The Cows

I’m called a cow
I’m not about
to blow it now
for all the cows

it’s funny how money allows all to browse
and be endowed
this wish is true it falls into peaces new
the cow is you

my kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend
some time if time allows, everthing worn in
like it’s a friend

I said you’re all a painted doll and it caused
the walls to fall
how far is he? impatiently
that’s as far as far can be

For All The Cows

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