Listen To the Crickets
sit here and let me tell you a tale
it's about a boy who move's like a snail
there something he love so much
the god's come down just to touch
can turn a angle green with envy
weather an arc angel or from the levy
for a demon it can ring the bell
even if there in the pit of hell
see this is what he dose
this is what he loves
before the sun comes up
he's not gonna shut up
the moons still out
he's gonna shout
he put the head phones on
there he gos yea he's gone
it dosen't matter the season
even when it's frezen'
watching the bats dance on there wings
with the music up loud he sings
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