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| - I've been listening in to the bar of sunset valley, switch them off! What road's the Indian way? I bet you never have drove (I'll follow a swallow) Am late instead, when you wake up late I've got a Velcro shoes, it's a holiday And run into the village, I'll follow 'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow A dark fate, oh me, old Beware, well, she's here, smile You'll find reasons to pout with all the seasons Power hope infuses the blood of the child, die Milk is a very beautiful place, I go often in Saigon Usually we have socks and my compass to outdoor (like a mate-uh, 'cause it's winter)
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| - I've been listening in to the bar of sunset valley, switch them off! What road's the Indian way? I bet you never have drove (I'll follow a swallow) Am late instead, when you wake up late I've got a Velcro shoes, it's a holiday And run into the village, I'll follow 'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow A dark fate, oh me, old Beware, well, she's here, smile You'll find reasons to pout with all the seasons Power hope infuses the blood of the child, die Don't you worry, I'm your brother Pinch right fairy, you'll recover He said, he said, he said, he said Ooma ma ma, ma ma mama ma, ma ma mama, bahhh, ma la la Milk is a very beautiful place, I go often in Saigon Usually we have socks and my compass to outdoor (like a mate-uh, 'cause it's winter) On a summer day there's a billion way And the leaves are golden and the trees are colder A crouch under a bush like a mate-uh, 'Cause happiness ain't lovin' it's waiter So long, bye, thrown back out Your plan on your hands, was tired to shake Streets are powered, with people lovin', Words are destined to break and the bats will fly If there's trouble, I'm your lover You talk subtle, but that's just a cover He said, he said, he said, he said Ooma ma ma, ma ma mama ma, ma ma mama, bahhh, ma la la Lame, lame, the doctor only picks what he wants Sage, we's a give it to the beat, 'sup now? Madeline, I was welling from the Westering wind A moment's range, your mother's second girl is gone I couldn't trust you (but couldn't I support you well?) I couldn't touch out (better let the building high) I couldn't touch you (I'll be livin' in the building now) I couldn't teach you (to be better than a building) Swallow, do you wanna? C'mon and we'll ride in my buggy Take me 'cross the Indian waves and we'll swim with the great whites (the wild, a child) Now house feels bad, and your mother, lonely And your village cries, 'cause the kid is older But you can still think back to the wild, 'Cause happiness was being a child My bones see for your eyes When the time she's here is nigh You'll find razors, doubt always saves 'em, I am the reason that the child dies Every morning I'm your brother, memory's impression painter of, He said, he said, he said, he said Ooma ma ma, ma ma mama ma, ma ma mama, bahhh, ma la la Bang! Nail, a doctor only preach like one Space, so give it to the preacher now Madeline is hanging from the West-wing field And a moment rang and the moment said, "Your girl is gone" I could have told you (to be little in the pouring down) I couldn't touch out (to be little in the living red sun) I couldn't touch you (to be livin' in the pounding drum) I couldn't teach you (to be livin', off far away) Don't you pray guitar, little play-date Right as stamping gin to the powerless I won't wait for you in a mural if You won't wait for me in Albania I feel so elusive in Houston, you feel so exclusive in Houston I feel so elusive in Houston, you feel so reclusive in Houston
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