Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you- Baby flatline, still time to do it too (bonk-bonk-bonk) Baby snack time, chow down to earth (idk) she's a Hoarder of quarters And no boundary boredom No boundary boredom! (voice ahh) I contend that your drinking eye has never opened. I insist somebody dies and I hate hoping. Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping. Someday I will go back outside and see her- Okay..
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