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

Fuck long sick with singing
with singing the same song
In the walls, they'll be drinking
Let's my check and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
you win on every issue
Now, can I you
you care how long it's been
It has been so years, I lived 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 on me in my glass room
I'll burn, you think I'm finished
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

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

And we'll take this man left passed out
we're pretty sure he needs a hand
He says he stand
And we pick him up
He asks us where this ship land
But he knows we it isn't coming down
He we know we'll fly so far
Til finally stars him in all around
Til he forgets the
Til he the crawling way
people sometimes are

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