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The diggers getting stuck in the machine
getting slim, slimmer
I hear say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm putting the to my ear
And I still hear
Whadya I was an amateur
with my temperature...

If I hear another song angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now...
If I hear another song about
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now

My name is and I know how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you your toliet
I hear you turning thoughts off
I turn off too
The only thing I is you
And you sound nice and you don't sound right
And you don't sound good and you don't sound

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
Oh, I you turning your thoughts off
And it quiet...

daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the ring
And something inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun her skin,
And, and...drooling on her
daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

The diggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim,
I hear them say my
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm putting the to my ear
And I still can't
Whadya I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another song angels
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now...
If I another song about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I you loving yourself too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you turning your off
And I mine off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't right
And you don't sound good and you don't right

My name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I you loving yourself too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you turning thoughts off
It quiet...

As as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
Waiting for the blade to and that final blow,
But nothing happens, it's a cruel
As ironic as a tape parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a tape parade over my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...