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

Fuck hours sick with singing
Sick singing the same song
In the walls, soon be drinking
Let's my check 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
you care how long it's been
It has been so many years, I lived my
But in bed, it led me through
They bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the fire

And now with nothing to
It's turned on me in my room
Where burn, you think 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 has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine fold into me
The warmth from the space lights the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take flying

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

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