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My eyes are pies.
My eyes are pies in the skies
and my tears are spears.
My knees are christmas trees
that tremble in the breeze,
and my face is a place, that i never want to see.
My eyes are pies in the skies
and my tears are spears.
My knees are christmas trees
that tremble in the breeze,
and my face is a place, that i never want to see.
