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No, darling, don't tempt me with your prosthesis and shy cogentry Sounds like driftwood in the sea of plenty Couldn't you stay To be sure Precarious, oh, precarious Nefarious few, they'll bury us Precarious, oh, precarious Breathe out Oh, honey, what stops you Why so cold and why the feet in your shoes Stop growing older and counting cashews You should stay To be sure Ventriloquists, fourty ventriloquists with supple wrists who couldn't say this Ventriloquists, fourty ventriloquists Be strong From Letras Mania