The Small Burn Songtext
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The Small Burn Songtext
The truth is
Lots of this
The small bird
Which is at actual size
A pinball
You know with some luck
And a little awareness
Everything is possible
Got to try to soften the blow of it all
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
Lots of this
The small bird
Which is at actual size
A pinball
You know with some luck
And a little awareness
Everything is possible
Got to try to soften the blow of it all
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
The one that sends tiny plums fast from throat to palms
Writer(s): Andrew Broder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

