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Blind your head in catastrophe
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to shine the
is distance and blue sits like apples bite
And flows through our
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
Life's scissors do to a day
So their pave the way
Sand drips with
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fortune bed
And I'm the tunes played by the
Who ride in fairy's
And the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to and
I the feeling of pushing 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 wants to you
hey give your to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen
Hands in pockets
hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I walked forever a screen
a mean green ping
Dives head first into a hole in the
Drives side to like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the that my head rides.
I slide your kind through a
Hanging on a
close so far
Away the climb
A tape section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
on the side
Tell your problems to
got nothing to hide.