Window, where the grass is always green I wait for the morning Sirens wailing Turkish dawns And Cantonese landlords I see myself in the dirt...
I undermine everything I do You don’t see what I see And I’m glad for that Just buy you a drink And I’ll make myself look better. Liquid...
Its been repeated Deja vu caught in the rapture But I remembered something different Manatee baby running through 19th century Boarding...
I’ll write till my hands fall off I’ll sing till I cant breath the salt Rich air where the sea spray speaks. And move to where ice sticks out...
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