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Octodad
When it’s all going on I get by with some original thinking and a long hobby
Who’s that man with the three piece suit? Makin’ a doll with a log and fruit Who’s that man with the eight strong legs? Tried to make me breakfast but he broke my eggs
Octodad – nobody suspects a thing
Who’s that man with the hard, hard beak? three feet tall with a soft physique How’s a man like that man feel? running for his life from a moray eel
Octodad – nobody suspects a thing Octodad – he’s got a good thing going
Asking
What I love about you is antique, a mystique that brings me to my peak. The hurt that removes the pent up tension. A release we all want, but won’t mention. Places traveled we need to go. Open hearts sea I know we’ll flow. Bleeding from our mannerisms the blood starts to show. We’ll end the pain in our rain.. Do let your genuine blood flow. An eye in time can see the the rhyme, my hand has seen the blow. In times of true you are the glue, sticking Goes with how you flow
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