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

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

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

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

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

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

Even long lost poets like to
new arms and legs they sort the mail
Cast iron wander around
The president hopes he'll grow a tail

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