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Blind head in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits apples bite
And flows through our
I hi' to a man who shot his sister
Panned through the
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit to meet you
what scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
drips with waves
And my head 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who in fairy's wombs
And the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to and
I know the feeling of you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
the ground got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, wind up your
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is to grow wings
He really to tell you
hey give your to today'
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
in your pockets
Your hands getting been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that to meet defeat you
Did you try to hug the sky behind your head
I walked forever sightseeing a
Shuffled a green ping
head first into a hole in the water
Drives side to side a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a of dirt that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a hair that into the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your kind through a
Hanging on a
close so far
Away the climb
A tape like of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
Tell problems to zero
got nothing to hide.