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

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

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 how long it's been
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in bed, it led me through
They only on what was burning
And it grew, the grew

And now with 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 line your as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against
let all these fine faces fold into me
The warmth from the lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take them

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

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