There'll be like a ball and I can dance

No, truth is them all, but whatever you call it, you can ask the show

The world to dance on your range

Yeah, it'll be like a hop to hold a dog about for your

going to start at your way can never stop.

You and come food.

You never knew how to breathe in a

but you can't tell me because you're going to bring the family alone

by the spot on the lawn and played this all over the PA.

Dancing all your prey,

and we all have been waiting for this is the cowboy we pray.

Dancing all your rain,

the food and doubt can be thrown away at least the one for this

pain

The kettle of doubt of when you need it scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations

This is what they will say

If you're tired for your hull in masses, let your glasses, shake your glasses, celebrate

while we dance on your brain.

Dancing on your brain, the glorious twos don't you tell you, as you decayed embrace.

And sing on your grave,

Camel walk right where your feet would be a running man right on your face.

Yeah. A

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