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Suede townJaimie Gusman
I belong in a suede town, a suede town.
I belong in a shoe hole, a shoe hole.
I picked up a glass bowl, a glass bowl.
I sang the king’s sound, the king’s sound.
I belong in a suede town, a suede town.
I belong in a mad soul, a mad soul.
I picked up an old snow, an old snow.
I let the king drown, the king drown.
I belong in a suede town, a suede town.
I belong with a red mole, a red mole.
I broke the king’s toe, the king’s toe.
I poked the king’s frown, the king’s frown.
I belong in a suede town, a suede town.
I belong on a tin rope, a tin rope.
I put on the king’s poncho, a poncho.
I biked a moon’s mow, a moon’s mow.
I belong in a suede town, a suede town.
I belong in the meadows, the meadows.
I began as a lone crow, a solo.
I broke the king’s lost and found the king’s crown.
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