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

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

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

And now with nothing to
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, starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all fine faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take them

And take this man left almost passed out
Cause we're pretty he needs a hand
He says he stand
And we pick him up
He asks us where ship 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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