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Stan's seeing phantoms and we're 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 affirming needs
in the garden
And knows that he's praying for Stan

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

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

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

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

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

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