Prune Picking Huge Hand
That's made good in human hand |
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| Since alphabet never no, chorus has of four wounds Hello prime picker boney prune picker Jump off the clinff into the chasm Flap to heaven wool blanket is possessions Don't come near where we are waxing out sewn up the ears can't listen to a damnit screaming right in your face stupid |
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Underneath finger and above the elbow |
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