I can bend in sixty-eight ways
I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty-eight teeth inside my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead
Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind
Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind I can bend in sixty-eight ways I have lived for twelve thousand days Twenty-eight teeth inside my head Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind Explain Request ×
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