Foo Fighters - For All The Cows | Текст песни

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I'm called a cow
I'm not about
to blow it now
for all the cows

I'ts funny how
money allows
all to browse
and be endowed
the wish is true
in falls into
places new the cow is you

My kind has all run out
as if kinds could blend
some time if time allows
everything worn in
like its a friend

I said you're all
a painted doll
and it caused
the walls to fall
how far is he?
impatiently
thats as far as far could be


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