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

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

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

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

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

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

Even long lost poets like to
With new arms and legs they sort the
Cast officers wander around
The president hopes that grow a tail

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