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And when it happens it's likehoney and painhorns in the rainmisty seas and mysteriesa dog with no nameit's that time againnot sure if |
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I'm sleepingbut the vision's as clearas fog on the piersomeone fishing aimlesslya thought's an ideaa sound is an earand gods with none believingbeing chased by the lamba knife in its handlooked down from that mountainsaw the moon get a tanon the beach with no sandsomething came and something ranto make up my mindis it bleak or it fine? |
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She looked a little doubtfulsmirked and said it's divineto light with no limesometimes |
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Oh it's too late |
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I can't stopmoving my mouth |
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I'll shush but |
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I'll shoutsomething's got a hold of methose words coming outlike froth on a stoutdreamboat's sailing intostormy weather |
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I seesalty debriscows and tigers jumping at somemad dignitybut passionately we'll beoh findingways without wordsto sing and to purrloving without declarationsstuttered and slurredelephants blurrednerves resisting urges serveto speak with no sighta bat taking flightonly to find tooth marksin that sex dynamitemy girl's got a bitethat's right |
