You terrify the land You are pestle and mortar Your first loves new order Mother Natures Son King Of The Everglades Population 1 I write poetry for myself! I write poetry for myself Oh, baby Youre a permanent figure of jackedup sorrow I want you to love me. You send me a coffin of roses I guess thats the way that things go These days Take pills, for instance, I heard theyre no good for you I wont and I never will, she said I wont and I never will I wont and I never will I wont and I never will I wont and I never will Blue Eyes Oh, baby cant you see they had it in for me They had it in for me, they had it in for me Oh, baby cant you see they had it in for me They had it in for me Blue Eyes I sent a message in a bottle to the press It said, Dont be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Dont be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Dont be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Ive thumbed through the books on your shelves Ive thumbed through the books on your shelves Ive thumbed through the books on your shelves Ive thumbed through the books on your shelves Blue Eyes
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