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Crash Test Dummies A Worm S Life

-depressive composer Robert Schumann, when he could not write He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help It's not as bad as eating your own

lovely scenery When I came upon some rotting remains And though the carcass was wormy Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning And

out a stupid common paperweight And it went out into the country To a place where other solid objects lie around Well, it's quite hard and so it's probably

should But I can't help myself and I keep It up because it feels so good But when I look down at my belly I can see it's pink and soft and weak Kneeling

was cheered He rewarded her amply with a full beard Then she wondered If she should start to take it easy Overachiever, might be putting it mildly A

Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory But none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could

feel it when it came out He grew tired of his doorknobs And so he thought up a brand-new trick He said he'd tie his tooth to his dog's tail Find a stick

cool of the soil A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight Sometimes it's too hot for cooking One wants just a salad And then comes a breeze

when it came out But he grew tired Of using doorknobs and so he thought up a brand-new trick He said he'd tie His tooth to his dog's tail, find a stick