Basilius Yearsley:
When life gives you forks
Basilius Yearsley:
Mad prince
Basilius Yearsley:
Things look grim
Basilius Yearsley:
Sea side
Basilius Yearsley:
Whistlin down the breeze
Basilius Yearsley:
How not to greet strangers
Basilius Yearsley:
Nah chill bruh
Basilius Yearsley:
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Basilius Yearsley:
Have a cup
Basilius Yearsley:
Thandril
Basilius Yearsley:
Last night I had the strangest dream
Basilius Yearsley:
A smile that is priceless
Basilius Yearsley:
Welcome home honey
Basilius Yearsley:
Alone with the moon
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You're sick, I'm tired, let's take a pic
Basilius Yearsley:
Yes, that is milk
Basilius Yearsley:
I tick like a bomb
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Over the rainbow
Basilius Yearsley:
As part of the healing
Basilius Yearsley:
The cupcake calamity
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I always see rainbows
Basilius Yearsley:
All mad here!
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We get around
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A bit of the old ultra-violence
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Creep
Basilius Yearsley:
Throes of rapture
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Remember now thy Bullgod in the days of thy youth
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I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Basilius Yearsley:
Strawberry Fields Forever
