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

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

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

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

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

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

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