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Portugal The Man Waiter You Vultures

sounds of the ocean." I am but a man But a proud, proud man Silver bells that line the way Through baited trails. We?ll find you there

call He sent love and happiness into the next car "Are you in today?" The bags are in and we plan no stops? Just fearing sleeping in the box ?Are you

eyes breed gossip Like these perverse and perversions alike Hibernate while you're still young But you are getting older So much older So much older than you

feathers mixed with oil and small servings Of hands and feet Up so high "How do they flutter so damn high?" Now begin the search that hails you

We say, "send me to the battle please sir!" Chicago is dancing in xylophone laughter We say burn the fucker down Burn the motherfucker down But would you

I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe

s son Now he's running through the jungle "yes sir!" Fingers cold and fire When you get so tired and we're so tired Lazing back in this desert Waitin