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Gotta clean my mouth out with soap
I gotta stop swearing, I gotta stop swearing
Gotta clean my eyes out with dirt
I gotta stop staring, I gotta stop staring
English was made to be rhymed
Or made to be destroyed, Or made to be destroyed
Organized organism
Don't ruffle the feathers
Don't ruffle the feathers
Don't touch a thing
Call shotgun babe and we can bust out of this popsicle stand
Everything good comes to an end
The saddest and happiest day you will miss that eventually
This white christmas is too much for me
It's not what you look like
It's who you look like
It's who you look like
If silence is a crime
Then everything's guilty
Everything's guilty
Wish that I'd met her sooner
Wish that I could consume her
Mistress of Luna
Mistress of Luna
Take care of yourself
Call shotgun babe and we can bust out of this popsicle stand
Everything good comes to an end
The saddest and happiest day you will miss that eventually
This white christmas is too much for me
Piebald Lyrics
Rules for Mules Lyrics
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