When they bring four eyes When they told me surprise They bring whole eyes Keep the heads frozen They print change of scene Will i be older? Will i be older? My father took me On a trip hunting We didnt catch a thing Blame it on the weather We went back home To the cabin prepared for us Build a fire, will you? Bring the wood, bring the wood I would not count on it I would not count on it Someday even Murder my own memory
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