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

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

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

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

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

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
Heard the bell
And something deep inside of her 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 like a
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

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

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

If I hear another about angels
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey now...
If I hear song about angels
If I see another feather on the
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 taking out your
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
I hear you turning thoughts off
And I mine off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound nice and you sound right
And you don't sound good and you don't right

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

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