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Blind your in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and blue like apples bite
And flows through our
I said hi' to a man who shot his
Panned through the
And jumped in front of a
I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's scissors do to a day
So their pave the way
Sand drips waves
And clouds my head I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And stole the 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 wiped your
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
em to a maitre-dee
Who dead butterflies on his face
And is hoping to grow
He wants to tell you
hey your tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs your stolen years
Hands in pockets
Your getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to meet you
Did you try to hug the sky behind your head
I forever sightseeing a screen
a mean green ping
Dives head first a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating
Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that that taste of wine
Sucked from a that 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 of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
on the side
Tell problems to zero
got nothing to hide.