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I won't cut my
And I won't my hair
It grows like flowers
But it nowhere, my hair, my hair

If I build my house
Just like the Horse
I'd put a statue of
Upon the of course, of course, of course

Shes the smoke, shes dancing pirouettes
diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
Shes steam on the window panes
The never-ending swaying
Oh, that smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze

Everythings missing
Ive lost songs to floods
I cant prove makes any sense
But I sure that it does

Perhaps I was born with
Of the likes of of old crows
Of the likes of of old crows
And oh, how piano knows
The piano knows something I don't

I cut my beard
And I won't my hair
It grows like flowers
But it grows nowhere, my hair, my

If I could build my
Just the Trojan Horse
I'd put a statue of
Upon the of course, of course, of course

Of course, of course, of
Of course, of course, of
Of