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Blind head in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits like apples
And flows through our
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned the station
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
Life's scissors do to a day
So their pave the way
drips with waves
And clouds my head I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes played by the
Who ride in fairy's
And the road the other way
And tomorrow 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 expected to fly, wind up your
em to a maitre-dee
Who dead butterflies 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 hurt in jive
Do the avenues that seem to meet you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I walked forever a screen
Shuffled a mean ping
Dives first into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating
Dove dancing to a fable to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a of dirt that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a hair that into the darkness
Full of the fair my head rides.
I slide your kind a ladder
Hanging on a
Stray so far
Away the climb
A tape like section of
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds gently
Ride on the
Tell your problems to
got nothing to hide.