When the world is a monster. Bad to swallow you whole. Kick the clay that holds the teeth in Throw your trolls out the door If you're needing inspiration Philomath is where I go by dawn Lawyer Jeff he
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 When your world is a monster A band to swallow your hole With your space impeded tree limbs Throw the trolls out the door If you're needing inspiration Modern math is where I go dem
I'm looking for the town where sadness can't be found Where happiness is blooming all year 'round A place where there's no heartaches and no one crys a tear But they all say I can't get there from her
Everybody throw your hands up right now and make some God damn noise Hailing from the state, of ocean and lakes Get ready for those good rhymes and metaphors, the state of Maine changing the game Maki
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