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Are we to speak, day of the week
words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I
Have they no life of their

So can we sweetly
Before the mystery
I am a man with a heart that
its lonely and greedy demands
There's a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your face
Stumbling arise
Go follow your gem, your feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two teeth
I'm painting the hills and red
said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your

So can we be friends,
Before the mystery
I love you than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle
There's only a shadow of me in a of speaking I'm dead

I'm my breath
My tongue on chest
What can be of my heart?
If history speaks, the on my cheek
Where there remains but a
my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my cards to one
And I am dead, come visit my bed
My is bright in the sun

So can we contend,
my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, shield me
From fossils fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of I'm dead