Nice limbo you have here Nice limbo you have here Nice field 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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