I miss my old memories
Taken away by some strip mall police
Eating with your fingers and drinking from the hose
You wanted a nosejob but you don't got a nose

Pulled together some quick thoughts and wrote about the life and music of Brian Wilson.

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Paper dolls made of dollar, pounds
Torn into pieces and thrown on the ground
Trampled by passers by
Father McHenry picks up the shreds
Takes them back home, back to the shed
Fixes the children, makes sure they're fed on porridge, butter mothers homemade bread
Tells his children to aim for the sky