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I was a victim of a Drive-By Quilting Standing on the corner of the street I guess that I never saw it coming Now I'm a victim of a Drive-By Quilting
Arriving at the town of Croydon Intent on visiting and having a good old poke around The museum of quilting I discovered quite to my consternation
quilting and quietly Her minor piano keys Slip through the screen of the door Say, say what you mean to her Washing her colander Eyes on the stranger
and Grandma wasn't old She'd throw a party and all of her friends Would gather around the quilting frames They'd always call out for me to come inside
the worrysome bugs But ain't nobody doing nothing about 'em Shooing the flies away from the table Hiding under the quilting bed The chiggers running wild in
a running nose and asiatic flu It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess It's running all over my taffeta dress It's wilting the quilting on my
the word about the quilting Bee next Saturday night!" Little Samuel started thinking of a Way to send a message Though he never met a horse he didn't like
a running nose and Asiatic flu It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess It's running all over my taffeta dress It's wilting the quilting on my
a running nose and Asiatic flu It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess It's running all over my taffeta dress It's wilting the quilting on my
The pope has got it and so do you (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS) C'mon everybody we got quilting to do (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS) We gotta break down these
to which I am accustomed I'm abducted into nothing, Feeling less and less Being seen in your perception, Is an acquiescence Akin to quilting body bags for
on this bread had no time for me either Depressed out my ass got no time for a breather Thoughts on my head of quilting getting deeper I feel as though
nose and Aegeatic flu It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess It's running all over my taffeta dress It's wilting the quilting on my maiden form
If you Befriend in familiarity and Maintain that bubble, you won't see Bob Creek to JTD Quilting community Connection ingrates Ingrained for life Our
silent scream Pulling our infinity into our infinitesimal Quilting our love into heavy heart armament Our of choice at rest garments We pray that when we
sheep But there's food on the table and a roof o'er my head And grandma's fine quilting covers my bed I'm drowning in sorrows My prospects look slim But
Quilting into the fabric of the cosmos The grandest patchwork of shared wisdom and eloquent adoration You are the ever-rising crescendo of the rambunctious
nose and Aegeatic floe It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess It's running all over my taffeta dress It's wilting the quilting on my maiden form
This beauty that is used to lure Friends and enemies Quilting every thought with a smile Colour is promise It's the reason she exists Bear witness
weren't Quilting off my time Like a dying sorry cur The final days of stardom, juvenile desire to count Oh, so what I am meant to believe Is the fall
Good god, another chapter Get the thought out of my mind Good god, another chapter Get the thought out of my mind I'm so sick of you Quilting through
calling But I can't stop the sun Can't slow the fading Dusk I hear my brothers Out past the hardwoods Flocking Blackwater, black blood A quilting
should try quilting Yet still, deep in my head, I said thank god the pill sing Contract hire, move messy but the kill clean Done with obstacles and doing
The turn of autumn all of my friends die And fall asleep to the sound of their own cries Spin up in a blanket, it's cold tonight Quilting your
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