A feeli-i-i-i-ing
A feeli-i-i-i-ing
I never could see anyone besides you
Believ
Follow the road
Swallow the snake
Find shoes in the corner
Run away
So it's cowboys in flying colors riding home
Leave my tears
Multi-colored plastic spheres
Everything we want to know is in them
And
Banging in fevered ports
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud
I
With your bright yellow gun, You own the sun
And I
do they appreciate?
slap an art over everything they see
luxury
it's a
Catch catch catch catch catch catch catch
Catch a bullet in
They took a picture
And from this cold lightning living me
Counting backwards I count you in
I don't remember him
I don't
Crabtown, baby brown, It's not work at all
It just slips
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough
It's just the lack
Of time I keep
Reaching out, lashing out
I have two heads
Where's the man, he's late
One burns, one's
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