.Don't pull your hair out, pull it all it out you're
Shaking like a cold kachina
There's then a greedy chance to eat a picnic made for you and me
I stumble out of doors that grate and knew some men where birds did play and
They left their fingers and yours I'm taking
I rave about a son.
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