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Blind your in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits like apples
And flows our hands
I hi' to a man who shot his sister
Panned through the
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit to meet you
Life's scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
Sand with waves
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 know the feeling of you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
the ground got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, wind up your
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to wings
He really wants to you
hey give your tears to
Grind yourself souvenirs under stolen years
Hands in pockets
hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the that seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I walked forever sightseeing a
Shuffled a green ping
head first into a hole in the water
Drives to side like a floating machine
dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that that taste of wine
from a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your kind a ladder
Hanging on a
Stray so far
Away from the
A like section of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
your problems to zero
He's got to hide.