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The grave diggers getting stuck in the
Picking 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 another song about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I another song about angels
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 downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I hear you loving your
I hear you loving too
I you flushing your toliet
I you turning your thoughts off
I mine off too
The thing I hear 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 Lucille and I how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you your thoughts off
Oh, I hear you turning your off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter up in the morning
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 like a dream
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

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

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

If I hear another about angels
If I see another feather on the
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 feather on the dumb-box
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 downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your 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 sound good and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out your
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you 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 parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a tape parade over my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...