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

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

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

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

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out your
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you turning your off
Oh, I you turning your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
Heard the bell
And deep 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
Pavlov's
And it was far away and hazy a dream
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

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

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

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

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

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

As as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
Waiting for the blade to slip and that blow,
But happens, it's a cruel joke
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the forest,
As ironic as a tape parade over my head,
As as a ticker tape parade over my head
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...