"Clifford The Big Red Stab Wound" lyrics

"Clifford The Big Red Stab Wound"

Right now I'm playing with the idea of growing up
There are leaves in the basement, each inscribed with a passage
Reading back fond memories
Crunching under small feet and austin clouds


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