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Stan's been seeing phantoms and we're not sure to do
His screaming keeps the whole up all night
Though we've never touched his closet and his are few
Something 'bout his disposition isn't right

The tender young boy with the life affirming
in the garden
And everybody knows that he's praying for

All the total on the mountain tops
Quarrel, babble, sometimes dance
Clouds on the tell of impending doom
You know they seem to be saying that we stand a chance

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

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

The young boy with the life affirming needs
Still waits in the
And sure that he's praying for Stan

Even lost poets like to regenerate
With new arms and legs they the mail
Cast iron officers wander
The president hopes that he'll grow a

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