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cutting through the hide of the world's greatest beast gave our tribes an early feast we spat and drank more wine the winter came the flesh grew rank ships in port they sank two tribes they could not dine you're right for my eye the sun grew stale on our blue whale the sun grew stale on our blue whale gilted member knives and forks I wasn't through my early course lie in bed the world to wake you throw your punches when you hate gilted member knives and forks I wasn't through my early course lie in bed the world to wake you throw your punches when you hate the sun grew stale on our blue whale the sun grew stale on our blue whale cutting clips of good and bad that you've had in life the former takes a bigger knife the latter takes more time our summers say that that you enjoyed Goddard Polaroid it always seemed more fun to navigate the sun From Letras Mania