Wood heart. It all started with a puppet, that knocked on the front door. It was all chewy, like that little gum on the trees. The bees poked through my blood heart. Never strained blood, for the next body ___________________________________ It's so hard, you could use to knock down a heart filled with glass. When the paper is dying, it was all made by you. My blood heart never trusted your wood heart. ___________________________________ It's so hard, you could use to knock down a heart filled with glass. When the paper is dying, it was all made by you. My blood heart never trusted your wood heart. ___________________________________ When i go up and down, it's all knocking and wood. Everything changed, to your mood. I got lots to worry about, in after a few years. When it's the unloved time of my bare hands to do your ground work. ___________________________________ It's so hard, you could use to knock down a heart filled with glass. When the paper is dying, it was all made by you. My blood heart never trusted your wood heart. ___________________________________ But when i look up to your wood heart, it all shines bright. Hair falls down, to the blood of webs. So sticky, it can go on a pen. But it all seems so, like, ashes, but ___________________________________ It's so hard, you could use to knock down a heart filled with glass. When the paper is dying, it was all made by you. My blood heart never trusted your wood heart. ___________________________________ But when you don't think about the other feelings. It all could collapse to one little block ___________________________________ It's so hard, you could use to knock down a heart filled with glass. When the paper is dying, it was all made by you. My blood heart never trusted your wood heart. ___________________________________
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