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

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

Such a waste, your beautiful
Stumbling carpet
Go follow gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord my prayer
I've wasted my on your head

So can we be friends,
Before the mystery
I love you more than the can contain
In its lonely and head
There's a shadow of me in a manner 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 remains but a mark
my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my cards to one
And when I am dead, come my bed
My fossil is in the sun

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