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Sometimes the windows combine with the seams in a way |
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That twitches on a peak at the place where the spirit was slain |
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One foot leads to another |
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Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers |
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Sequins in the eyes |
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That's a fine time to dine |
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Divine who's circling, feeding the cards to the midwives |
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Who love those alien days |
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The nonstop alien days |
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Mmm the alien days |
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Must've skipped the ship and joined the team |
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For a ride |
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A couple hours to learn the controls |
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And commandeer both my eyes |
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Hey! |
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Be quick dear, times are uncertain |
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One month crawling, next year blurring |
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Decades in the drain |
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Monograms on the brain |
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Decide what's working and what's moved on |
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To the last phase |
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The floodgate alien days |
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I love those alien days |
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Mmm the alien days |
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When the peels are down it feels like traveling in style |
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You don't need wings to hover forty ton stones for a mile |
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And in the summer, virgin visions |
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Mindless humming |
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Numbers can't decide if the day's supposed to smile |
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Today find infinite ways it could be |
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Plenty worse |
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It's a blessing but it's also a curse |
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Those days taught me everything I know |
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How to catch a feeling |
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And when to let it go |
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How all the scheming, soulless creatures |
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Can't find dreamer's honey in the hive |
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If it's right beneath the nose |
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And when the light is new |
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The sky shows trembling cartoons |
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You don't need smoke to cover |
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Most of the world in a gloom |
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But here comes racer number 7 |
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Watch my fingers ripping out the lines |
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If it looks like we could lose |
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If it looks like we could lose |
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If it looks like we could lose |
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If it looks like we could lose |
