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Blind your head in icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to shine the
Love is and blue sits like apples bite
And flows through our
I said hi' to a man who shot his
Panned through the
And in front of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
Life's what do to a day
So their smiles the way
Sand with waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fellah's bed
And I'm the played by the goons
Who in fairy's wombs
And the road the other way
And tomorrow to yesterday and
I know the of pushing you out of a building
Tiny people hit the sky
Still the ground got up and your face
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
Sling em to a
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to grow
He really wants to you
hey give your tears to
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
in your pockets
Your hands getting numb hurt in grinds jive
Do the that seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind head
I walked forever sightseeing a
Shuffled a green ping
Dives head first into a hole in the
Drives to side like a floating machine
dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that of wine
Sucked from a hair digs into the darkness
Full of the that my head rides.
I your kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
from the climb
A tape like section of
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
Tell your problems to
He's got to hide.