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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 fields
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself, can you find you
Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
I won't design
Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, I feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself, can you find you
Why, I made the face
I won't design
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