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Blind your head in icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to the flag
Love is and blue sits like apples bite
And flows through our
I hi' to a man who shot his sister
through the station
And jumped in front of a
Said I'm a bit to meet you
Life's scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
Sand drips waves
And clouds my 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
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 ground got up and wiped your
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears dead on his face
And is hoping to grow
He really to tell you
hey give your to today'
Grind yourself under your stolen years
Hands in your
Your hands getting numb been in grinds jive
Do the avenues seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind head
I walked forever a screen
Shuffled a mean green
Dives head first a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a machine
Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of
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 kind a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A tape like of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
on the side
Tell your to zero
He's got to hide.