MAN OF THE YEAR LYRICS
by A TRILLION BARNACLE LAPSE
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When I filled, the frozen water interconnects through means of a natural conduit.
And as I ponder this rather unobtrusive household necessity, I ask my self if those holes were ever filled before.
And if so will the original occupants return.
But another side sees this as and excuses to hide my fear.
When we die we play dead, we are evaporating.
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