There's a dark problem today, as always
'Nother black thought as our arms shuffle past
In the hallway
Hannah, you know
Hannah done sleep on my floor every day
Simple and slow
It grows
Now the clock's done ticking on my own motivation
Hannah, you kill with a look and your own special brand of temptation
Hannah
Hannah, you know, you're doin' it
Hannah done sleep on my floor every day
Simple and slow
It grows
And... now he's stumblin' in his buckskin
We're rootin' for a suicide
He's a boy-king, but he's a bastard with a problem
She's a stomping beast, and a dark demanding child
No small wonder that this boy's little...
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