Would there be widespread panic
How then to be an angry cynic
Indeed
You are the one for me
With tree forts we scream
I dream of libertine lesbians or perhaps zombie librarians?
She takes my hand to the promised land,
Now I am missing a hand
Yet heart has wings
And there are vampire thongs for everyone
For a Puffin fantabulous time
Right there on pleasure island
Where you can snore as long as you like
Church bells toll and
Freedom costs nothing
Oh well
So you snore and snore!
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