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Blind your head in icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by dead
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits apples bite
And flows our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
through the station
And jumped in of a train
I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
Sand drips with
And my head '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 tomorrow to yesterday and
I the feeling of pushing you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and wiped face
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears butterflies on his face
And is to grow wings
He really wants to you
hey give your to today'
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
in your pockets
Your hands getting numb been in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to meet you
Did you try to hug the sky behind your head
I walked sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean green
head first into a hole in the water
Drives side to like a floating machine
Dove to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that that taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A like section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
on the side
Tell your to zero
He's got to hide.