Nice limbo you have here
Nice limbo you have here
Nice feel you have on
Baby, go back to your womb
Baby, go back to your womb
You grow the apples around me
I'll spit the seeds in your grave
Bead me a necklace
A decade I'll wait
Picture this gun
I'm tired of crying
I'm gonna run
I swear you, move you to my pores
I'm not gonna cry anymore
Dead is next door
Dead is next door
Baby, go back to your womb
Baby, go back to your womb
You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo
You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo

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