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

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

If I hear song about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey
go to Babylon 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 and I know how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out garbage
I hear you loving your
I you loving yourself too
I hear you flushing toliet
I hear you turning thoughts off
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 sound

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

daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell
And something deep inside of her made her want to
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 like a dream
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 them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

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

If I hear another song about
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about
If I see feather 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 downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I you turning your thoughts off
And I turn off too
The thing I hear is you
And you don't sound and you don't sound right
And you don't sound good and you sound right

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

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