Bog

Intro/V1:

One, two - Three four five

Counting down this special jive

Shimmy left and direction down

Burning floor-boards and blaring sound



There ain't much left to give up to you

I've let down my guard and let you through

And I've realized one to two things wrong

You've played a false melody and the tone is off



Scanning life signs and reading palms

I've grown accustomed to being this calm

While lifting burdens and composing doubt

You'll learn the easiest way to get the hell out



C:

Signing structure

Redefining art

So culture starved



And with your aid

In this time of fly

We're learn the proper way



To fade into the eternal



V2:






Author's Notes/Comments: 

lmao

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