I troubled the water, but I drink from the dough.
Big Sand is a gold tooth, but it's no place to go.
I troubled the water, and I wait for the blind.
They wait for the hammer, but the hammer is mine.
I never wanted the same old sort who eat with their mouth shut, and don't burn holes in my fort anymore.
It's a favor spelled the way it should (from your brother).
They troubled the water, left me with the goat.
This pipe, black and smoking, goes right down my throat.
There's sugar in one hand, but there's trouble in both.
This cure for a dry heave says the whole lot get soaked.
They said calm your nerves, get back to your bothers.
No sense beating this one, we've seen the end of her, take some glue paste and blanket fur for your daughter.
Honestly I sound down whether bodies have a purpose, too.
Marigolds they use for food.

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