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Adam Again Every Mother S Way

He lied to every one What's easier than sleep? What's harder than a song? And in the start She stole him from the water It's every mother's way. A lie

with punked out whip Like my company Delorean's the shit Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage (ah Skippy) He's making

is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It's like Adam and Eve and the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . .

is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It's like Adam and Eve and the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . .