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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 apples bite
And through our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned the station
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit to meet you
what scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
Sand with waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes played by the
Who ride in fairy's
And stole the the other 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 your
You expected to fly, wind up misfortune
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to grow
He really wants to you
hey give your tears to
Grind yourself souvenirs under stolen years
Hands in pockets
Your hands getting been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your
I walked forever sightseeing a
Shuffled a green ping
Dives head into 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 of wine
from a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair my head rides.
I slide your kind through a
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A tape like of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
on the side
Tell problems to zero
got nothing to hide.