paroles de chanson The Plan - WHY?
The
plan,
no
will
Just
leave
it
to
the
whims
of
your
unborn
little
ones
For
tonight
write
it
for
a
joke
An
unbroken
code,
it's
no
one's
snow
in
the
middle
of
the
road
Write
none
and
leave
it
to
the
whims
of
your
unborn
little
ones
Write
a
word
for
the
fear
of
bees
and
nothing
else
In
the
crease
of
a
lonely
book
on
the
shelf
And
leave
it
in
reference
only
for
it
to
be
found
By
your
anonymous
homie
creased
writing
pen
pal
Or
fear
none
And
leave
it
to
the
whims
of
your
unborn
little
ones
All
the
small
tools
For
an
heirloom
pocket
watch
And
the
watch
kept
warm
and
working
In
a
raw
skank's
crotch
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