Watch me heap up what I’ve sown I’m made of peanuts, not of shells God spares a quality of himself Uniquely designed but we can’t help ourselves So – Why, I made the face that bugs you I won’t design conversation around you I made the face that bugs you Spyglass scans the field Hold my hand, feel a chill in here Tired of looking through you I’ve found myself can you find you So – Why I’ve made the face that bugs you I won’t design Spyglass scanned the field Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here Tired of looking through you I’ve found myself can you find you So – Why, did I make the face And I won’t design I made the face I won’t design
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