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The Matches A Band In Hope

Let. It. Go. Let it go! (rinse, repeat as necessary, remember fabric softener and separate the whites) Come now, whats your name again? I'm not

I'm a distant ring Out of body, out of body, Pick me up, oh answer me I just hurry over Worried sick And hoping, sick. Gates are courting airplanes

there before, that made this girl into more. Skin white sheets. The dawn's printless snow Nothing to define the difference Just licked lips under a flame of curls Many a

Seats back, return To your all-importance of great concern From your womb slash tomb Slash seating coach Feel the dead weight of a shadow approach Feel the dead weight, weight of a

do do you know?) Ha, I get a laugh, I get a laugh But I'm not joking, you think I'm joking? But I get a laugh, always a laugh Will you like me? Oh oh

a chain Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wait for, wait for the first train Man dragging a sheep skin Preaching

Come, come Come your darkness Come, come Come your private storm, come, come Your dark floods rising I'll be here I'll be here I'll be here

The ever-shopping hopping fleas Their engines hum the suns reprise We rise To skies punctured with stars She steers us through her Dogpatch bars A barback

the man?, when I'm really a Thundercat Come on, you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass, Popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches