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Groans grow Growing out a horizon groin Growing from the selfish joys of a quiet, ill reputed boy Groans roam and skip like when in Rome Roaming between what we build and what grows on its own And I can't pinpoint who's the pinner The bowler The bower You fucking coward Standing behind the front Spine timely unspinely I watch you watch your watch as I ramble on 'Bout when I was in front Maybe I just want to want to From Letras Mania