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Pull down the shades, let's the morning
kill the morning, let it die
Well, eyes flash out a warning
There be another morning, afternoon and tonight

Fuck long sick with singing
Sick with the same song
In the walls, soon be drinking
Let's cash my and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on every
Now, can I you
Don't you care how long been
It has been so many years, I my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
only bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the grew

And now nothing to consume
It's turned on me in my glass
Where I'll burn, you I'm finished
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

So, me, I'm yours, morning starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned
I'll let all these fine fold into me
The from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take flying

And take this man left almost passed out
Cause we're pretty he needs a hand
He says he can't
And when we him up
He asks us where this will land
But he knows we know it isn't coming
He knows we we'll fly so far
Til finally hold him in all around
Til he forgets the
Til he forgets the way
Real sometimes are

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