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

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

And now with nothing to
It's turned on me in my glass
Where I'll burn, you think I'm
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

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

And we'll take this man almost passed out
Cause we're pretty sure he needs a
He says he stand
And when we him up
He us where this ship will land
But he knows we know it coming down
He knows we we'll fly so far
Til stars hold him in all around
Til he the ground
Til he forgets the way
Real sometimes are

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