It was hidden inside of a cabinet
But the worst was in the snow
Cuz the elephants just froze

And it's always Sunday
A memory slap glow

Well your father he was a doorman
For palaces deep in the ether
Your mother the limbless bedridden
Wet towels were placed underneath her
Your face wrapped around glass and kept inside of a cabinet
It stays there forever while the worst was never known

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