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The Belly in the Fish
Little dove to the belly of the fish You'll get used to it I cracked your egg to hear you chirp again Now, I'm losing it It rains the most on the head of the weatherman I boast the ghost who was spit out of his own skin
Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
I feel so big, my own two feet can walk on the water's back I shut the gate to watch you wait Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Oh god, it felt so good I had to stop Before I got too carried away I laughed, ha ha It's the joke I shouldn't play
Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
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