I've been in this part of this forest before, I know it well
I'd gather faster if I knew where those bastards kept their home (kept their home)
A halfless heart is not a part of a child after nine
A creeping feeling that is stealing and will burst open wide...
After a few years anyway
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Happily feeding on ambling tones
Children that sleep on a bed made of bones
Children that dream of the Megalodon
Children that half at the break of the dawn
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Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
Uh-oh, the flight, the egg, the shell. (Shell!)
The shell!
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I made a compound yolk
Fed through a crimson tube
Replaced it in the clutch
I've found with toil that these ones lay eggs