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I'm feeling wanted, and I'm feeling hunted.
The scattered, splattered spills and slip ups always tend to go.
A higher high, a lower low. You take the latter on the road.
You take the former ladder slow. You take the former lateral.

So you turn to the bedroom, the pipe, and the horseshoe.

I'm feeling wanted, and I'm feeling hunted.
The spattered chatter filled with spit-up always tends to flow away.
A higher high, a slower slow. You take the former and you go.
You let the latter's formant flow.

So you turn to the bedroom, the pipe, and the horseshoe.