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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

 

 

 

and became a dot

 

 

 

and now a knot

 

 

 

that won't be untied

 

 

 

From my heart comes

 

 

 

The secret I lied

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

 

 

 

and became a dot

 

 

 

and now a knot

 

 

 

that won't be untied

 

 

 

From my heart comes

 

 

 

The secret I lied

 

 

 

That my aunt died

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

 

 

 

and became a dot

 

 

 

and now a knot

 

 

 

that won't be untied

 

 

 

From my heart comes

 

 

 

The secret I lied

 

 

 

That my aunt died

 

 

 

I will not hide

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

 

 

 

and became a dot

 

 

 

and now a knot

 

 

 

that won't be untied

 

 

 

From my heart comes

 

 

 

The secret I lied

 

 

 

That my aunt died

 

 

 

I will not hide

 

 

 

my brain is fried

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

 

 

 

and became a dot

 

 

 

and now a knot

 

 

 

that won't be untied

 

 

 

From my heart comes

 

 

 

The secret I lied

 

 

 

That my aunt died

 

 

 

I will not hide

 

 

 

my brain is fried

 

 

 

don't stop with this

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And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

And so it begins.

 

 

 

A future with sins.

 

 

 

But there's life within

 

 

 

the empty promisses of

 

 

 

the old broken bin

 

 

 

chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling

 

 

 

sweet, loving voices calling

 

 

 

the echo of noobs, begging and balling.....

 

 

 

and little babies crawling

 

 

 

and people simply drawing...

 

 

 

and i come out.

 

 

 

from said to shout

 

 

 

and shout to pout

 

 

 

I called to dad

 

 

 

cursed him out.

 

 

 

Without no doubt

 

 

 

Until I seek sight

 

 

 

By the gentle moonlight

 

 

 

Where all seemed right

 

 

 

But yet, still quite

 

 

 

Purple short people running

 

 

 

out of my dreams

 

 

 

and into my life

 

 

 

all making the world

 

 

 

Life beautiful with love

 

 

 

but something is wrong

 

 

 

In the eternal song

 

 

 

Something with ping pong

 

 

 

It might have been you

 

 

 

have something to chew.

 

 

 

For what is not

 

 

 

A dream I forgot

 

 

 

A crying little robot

 

 

 

Captive of insidious plot

 

 

 

Beneath the dreaded spot

 

 

 

Cows in a feedlot

 

 

 

More often than not

 

 

 

Hell became too hot

 

 

 

and became a dot

 

 

 

and now a knot

 

 

 

that won't be untied

 

 

 

From my heart comes

 

 

 

The secret I lied

 

 

 

That my aunt died

 

 

 

I will not hide

 

 

 

my brain is fried

 

 

 

don't stop with this

 

 

 

oops I gotta p*ss

 

 

 

I want to kiss

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