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Blind head in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and blue sits like apples
And through our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
through the station
And in front of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
Life's what do to a day
So smiles pave the way
drips with waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fortune bed
And I'm the played 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
the ground got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, wind up misfortune
Sling em to a
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to wings
He really to tell you
hey give your to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen
Hands in your
Your getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that 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 a hole in the water
side to side like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of
Sucked a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your kind through a
Hanging on a
close so far
Away the climb
A like section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
Ride on the
your problems to zero
He's got to hide.