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Stan's been seeing phantoms and not sure what to do
His screaming the whole house up all night
Though we've never touched his and his problems are few
'bout his disposition just isn't right

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

All the total strangers on the tops
Quarrel, babble, sometimes they
Clouds on the horizon of impending doom
You know they seem to be that we don't stand a chance

Large chunks of were chucked into my shirt
As the navy doctor fell asleep a tense surrounded us
lights ignite in the sky
Everyone is if not somewhat unrecognisable

Sometimes it's as simple as the on a wall
Sometimes it's as as a renaissance lute
animals into baby ?
You know they'll even laugh at the we shoot

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

Even long poets like to regenerate
With new arms and legs sort the mail
Cast iron officers wander
The president hopes that grow a tail

of ? ? and
Float the sky at night AIIIEEEE!
Oh damn it configurations play the gawky savage
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