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The diggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking slim, slimmer
I hear them say my
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 another song about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Gonna go to Babylon and get me 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 some
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now

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

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

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

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

Yes I'm the boulder 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 whiskey
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I another song about angels
If I see feather 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 whiskey now

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

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving 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 final blow,
But nothing happens, a cruel joke
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head,
As as a ticker tape parade over my head
down stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...