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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 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, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on issue
Now, can I you
you care how long it's been
It has been so years, I lived my yearning
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 glass
Where burn, you think I'm finished
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

So, me, I'm yours, morning starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned
let all these 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 them flying

And we'll take man left almost passed out
Cause we're pretty sure he a hand
He says he stand
And when we him up
He asks us where 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 forgets the
Til he the crawling way
Real people are

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