Mow my lawn you bitch of steel
Beats like these are oh-so real
Day to day I do not feel
Real, real, real, real
Run run the angry sun
Oh the hillside's so much fun
I am he with the malformed gun
Run, run, run, run
Break me apart and build a drow
Where the sun shines anyhow
I'll lie before the edge of now
Drow, drow, drow, drow
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