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Why I Can't Free Myself
03:04
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I wish that I could say all that I need to say.
How can I do I do what I need to do?
Tell me — I don’t underfeel why I can’t free myself?
I wanna understand what goes beyond the sky.
I wanna see.
I wanna know.
I wish that I could say all that I need to say.
How can I do I do what I need to do?
Tell me — I don’t underfeel why I can’t free myself?
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
I wanna understand what goes beyond the sky.
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2. |
No One Never Said It
03:34
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Her name is Colette
Likes tarts with her sweets
She’s the Sugar Queen
Yea!
Her name is Colette
Got shocked by a green
Now she’s sugarless
Meh.
Colette, fixed up the feet of the Ruby Queen
Ahhhhh!
"Her name is Colette..."
It rings in my head at the Krispy Kreme
Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Never said it. No one never said it.
No one never said it.
Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Never said it. No one never said it.
No one never said it. Said.
Aha!
Aha!
Her name is Colette
Likes tarts with her sweet
That’s a Sugar Queen
Yea!
Her name is Colette
Plays games while she speaks por la teléfono
Colette, quite like the Queen Ruby, likes to cheat
Ahhhhh!
“Her name is Colette...”
It rings in my head as she buys a drink in Queen Anne
Colette
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Uh-oh
02:30
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I can't remember
The words I write
Uh-oh
The words I sing
The math I do
The math
Math I do
Math I do
Math
I can’t remember
Uh-oh
The words I write
The words I write
Saith
Don’t go near the town
They’ll set it on fire
“Time to bring it down and bring it down with fire!”
Time to look around
I’ll wave it down, so there’s ice cream
Time to walk outside with sprinkler mist on my feet
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4. |
Pass Back the Pages
02:28
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I am thereof a misspelled
I am thereof a misspelled
“Hey puto, this is Doug.”
I am thereof a misspeller
I am thereof a misspelled
Don’t want to whoever said it!
“Pass back the pages…”
I am thereof misspeller
I am thereof misspelled
Don’t want to whoever said it!
Don’t want to whoever said it!
It’s in a no man’s mind
It’s with no man’s hide
It’s with no more lies
“Hey puto, this is Doug.” (A misspelled.)
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