And celery seeds,
Little boy on the hill
Rolling in the grass,
You grab my hand
In the smoke of caps,
Slam on the hardwood
Till it's permanently scratched,
Orange light posts
Breathe in the night,
You'll be the death of me,
You'll cut like a knife.
Orange light posts
Breathe in the night,
You'll be the death of me,
You'll cut like a knife.
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