High above through veils of cloud I look on you
Here I come
Staking out the territory
Here's my hand and here's
They go brown in the sun
Spend the summer
Without speaking
So much
I like the glue-share widow (hose him down)
And Ah! that
He was walking at night mixing himself with the shadows
Running
They tell me love is where it falls
But just as
Library's in the skip, board the sinking ship
God save all
Congratulations on your January bride
She was delightful and your threnody
I'll get the clown's pie, with the Devil's onions
It's a
Direct light - nothing we can see by
In turn we
Honour among thieves, my crackling clothes
They cover me like leaves,
Wicked moon - framing us against the light
Bodies in deceitful
This is the sound of poisons
The sickness no one knows
No
Is there a fire in the sky
Is there a moon
Go bang... go bang)
Everybody sick of ordering pizza, everybody tired
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