Febueder - Cater

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I cater the man, I cater the blade, I cater the man who made the blade
I cater the rust, I cater the rain, I cater the toys that don’t get played
I cater the drum, I cater the beat, I cater the beat that made the drum
I cater the crop, I cater the craft, I cater the man who sold for shame
I cater the way, du di di dedum, I cater the son who don’t exist
I cater the cold, and cater from cold, I cater the light, I cater the house,
I cater the stairs, I cater the ground, I cater the sharpest sweetest sound,
I cater the myth, I cater the truth, I cater the speech
Don’t say I’ll do it I will
Magnitude honesty shield
His or her parents are ill
Abundance of passion concealed
Don’t say I’ll do it I will
Magnitude honesty shield
His or her parents are ill
Abundance of passion concealed
My granddaughter left me, she left it quite messy, I hope that you don’t mind
her flaws
My granddaughter left me, she left it quite messy, I hope that you don’t mind
her flaws
My granddaughter left me, she left it quite messy, I hope that you don’t mind
her flaws