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

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

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

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

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

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

Even long lost poets to regenerate
With new and legs they sort the mail
Cast iron officers around
The hopes that he'll grow a tail

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