One Hundred Owls - Colloquialisms

Your maniacal, so maniacal. So sweet yet so maniacal

Ai ai ai ai ai ai, I
I know I wouldn't run, no, not in the passengers, no
Not with you end up driving, of a metaphorical rising
Just like the time you brought down the moon

You can say what you want but the cream's in the cake
It's not the scent of the kill, it's not the scent of the kill
Your devil is seven years deep

Shame shame the king is coming, try not to look right at his
Lack of a decent wardrobe as a metaphorical downturn
Just like the day you brought down the sun

Die die die die die die die
They don't have a shame, no
No not for this old date no
I would not rather fun now, in a little sum to put say now
Die die what just hi, what's so high, what's so

Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
It's alive
I would to move into a manager field of love
But the goats and the judge are mine because they make me feel alive
And then the grass becomes the leaves, and the leaves become the ground
And then the ground becomes alive
I would rather not decide
I would rather not decide

Your devil is seven years deep

I know I wouldn't run, no, not in the passengers, no
Not with you end up driving, of a metaphorical rising
Just like the time you brought down the moon

Written by:
Dario Verrelli

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