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::: Two Little :::

Two little angels sitting on my shoulders
One held a pitchfork
The other held rainbows
One told secrets
The other told lies
One read palms
And the other read minds
God help me, God help everybody
I violin off the western coast Ireland
Yet even more fitting
It was probably a fiddle
But it played like a riddle
That just nobody got
So when I peaked through the keyhole
All I saw was people and gradually these people
Began to do evil
13 50 and he repeated it twice
Gonna' get the car washed and go dangle some dice
Like a blender setting
In the back fender frontal lobe
Affecting my motor skills venting
AC
I'm attempting amazing
A nothing special, an everyday run of the mill
So everyday I run up the hill
And snowball down
Anytime now she due round
Cause and Effect
I my thoughts reflect
My very own intellect