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Stan's seeing phantoms and we're not sure what to do
His screaming keeps the house up all night
we've never touched his closet and his problems are few
Something 'bout his just isn't right

The tender young boy with the life needs
Waits in the
And knows that he's praying for Stan

All the total on the mountain tops
Quarrel, babble, they dance
Clouds on the tell of impending doom
You they seem to be saying that we don't stand a chance

Large of evidence were chucked into my shirt
As the navy doctor fell asleep a fog? surrounded us
lights ignite in the sky
Everyone is beautiful if not somewhat

Sometimes it's as simple as the stakes on a
Sometimes it's as hard as a renaissance
Stuffed into baby ?
You know they'll even laugh at the people we

The tender young boy the life affirming needs
Still in the garden
And everybody's sure he's praying for Stan

Even long lost poets like to
With new arms and they sort the mail
Cast iron officers around
The president hopes that grow a tail

of ? ? and
Float into the sky at AIIIEEEE!
Oh damn it configurations play against the gawky
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