YOU say to ME what you THINK
and then we can go.
Start the car, get inside
and then we can go.
Stop shaking, you're faking it
and it's apparent in everyone's eyes.
Poor little boy,
lap the milk off the floor
and stay there 'til you fall asleep.
I'll get you a blanket, but your eyes best be shut
and not looking at me.
Stop to think:
this floor is cold as ice,
which could never keep in hell.
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