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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 through our hands
I hi' to a man who shot his sister
through the station
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
Life's what do to a day
So their 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 ride in wombs
And stole the road the way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the feeling of you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, wind up your
em to a maitre-dee
Who dead butterflies on his face
And is to grow wings
He wants to tell you
hey give your to today'
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
Hands in your
Your hands numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your
I walked sightseeing a screen
a mean green ping
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives to side like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a 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 slide your through a ladder
Hanging on a
Stray so far
Away from the
A like section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds gently
on the side
Tell your to zero
got nothing to hide.