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Blind your head in icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits apples bite
And flows our hands
I hi' to a man who shot his sister
Panned through the
And jumped in front of a
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 played by the goons
Who in fairy's wombs
And stole the road the way
And sold tomorrow to and
I know the feeling of you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and your face
You expected to fly, wind up misfortune
em to a maitre-dee
Who dead butterflies on his face
And is to grow wings
He really to tell you
hey give your tears to
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
Hands in pockets
Your hands getting numb been 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
Dives head first into a hole in the
Drives side to side like a floating
Dove to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a of dirt that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a hair that digs the darkness
Full of the fair my head rides.
I slide your kind a ladder
Hanging on a
close so far
Away the climb
A tape section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
your problems to zero
He's got to hide.