Ribcage by Lemuria
Inside your ribcage there's a carousel
It spin, spin, spins around and around
While the children sit and hold on
To the land where everybody is
To the land where everybody is good
Inside your ribcage everybody is good
Inside your ribcage everybody is good
Inside your ribcage there is a half note
It holds for two beats
I try to fill it with the things I think you need
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