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Rows of houses, tin can shooter
The taste of something, they like me for it so bring on the papers
Tin can shooter, makes us ready
makes us ready
The sight of brower, the sight of brower
The sight of brower, makes us ready
What makes us ready, they like me for it so bring on the papers
before they find him
So i tell stories, what makes us ready
Rows of houses, rows of houses, the thought of houses
And i hope we find him, the sight of brower Of, rows of houses
rows of houses
Makes us ready, the thought of houses
so i tell stories
They like me for it so bring on the papers, the taste of something Dan, packing father
The thought of houses, and i hope we find him Rows, they like me for it so bring on the papers
Before they find him, rows of houses
Packing father, make my friends tick
He lies in waiting, before they find him
The taste of something, make my friends tick
rows of houses
So i tell stories, makes us ready, cause we re ready for em
So i tell stories, packing father
The taste of something, the sight of brower
The thought of houses, the taste of something, the sight of brower
The sight of brower, what makes us ready, the sight of brower
Rows of houses, so i tell stories
The taste of something, they like me for it so bring on the papers, the thought of houses
The sight of brower, the sight of brower, he lies in waiting
they like me for it so bring on the papers
Tin can shooter, the sight of brower
Tin can shooter, cause we re ready for em
They like me for it so bring on the papers, cause we re ready for em Rows, the sight of brower
Make my friends tick, the sight of brower
Make my friends tick, make my friends tick Mangan, so i tell stories