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Do all I can't just to show you you’re special,
Certain its your spuds that hold me together,
The ears of neighbors could not hear,
The steps of children in the rear,
U cant change the time that U were lost,
Just know U were pushed into the fire embossed,
If all U can dig is the bell they say,
Then the ring in the round is not your game,
I’m reverend ike like drank this cup hold up the buds,
Communion of somebody’s written blood,
The dancing and laughter could go around,
Pass with A’s B’s and C’s ,
In the backroom with my girl saying P.P. Please,
Into the sink they go to wash,
Stains of the menaced car lot,
As each crumb that falls to the floor,
Grip the grain while I’ll hold her.
