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Dry Clothes
Lyricist:Adam Tyler Baker
There's a knapsack rally for the stranger Who told of a spider and a purple toad The things I heard were wretched and slurred Oh, my ears would be cut off at mention
But you don't have to cut it off Just give it some time Your baby boy, he only naps
So mother bug, don't you bite your tongue Because there's nothing else to do for your son He rose the dead, he's been sharing his bed With the only one he never loved
So why should you cry for The license plate of a colder state? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Should you talk of the son on the run Your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings
Oh, you don't have to cut it off Just give it some time Your baby boy, he only naps I only feel like living when I fell like I'm dying Your baby boy, he only naps
Well, Missy, sure you can look through my drawers I've got nothing to hide So, crying soul don't you tally the toll Because where's the love in counting?
Dry clothes
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