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and you spend half a day in some of these places
but the light bleeds through
and you spend half a day in some of these places
That hard candy sensation, shouldn t i say what i really shouldn t oughta
My return fills me with dread, half-melted bag of tastations
like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water
I m subsisting on a fraction, that hard candy sensation
like a flash of white light that s in front of our faces
there goes my imagination
of a western tennessee gas station
I m subsisting on a fraction, and we re off to the races, sill driving south
I ve been driving all night, like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water
Shouldn t i say what i really shouldn t oughta, it s sweeping the nation
And we re off to the races, there goes my imagination, like a flash of white light that s in front of our faces
Will my house plants be all dead, bathing in flourescent light
and i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation
of a western tennessee gas station
And it puts my mind in traction, and you spend half a day in some of these places Bird, let the subject wander
sill driving south
I ve been driving all night, like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water
With a pack of two-way action, let the subject wander, and i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation
i ve been driving all night
With a pack of two-way action, of a western tennessee gas station
with a pack of two-way action
Shouldn t i say what i really shouldn t oughta, i m subsisting on a fraction Way, and i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation
Issues of blonde hair, and i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation Way, and we re off to the races
with a pack of two-way action
With a pack of two-way action, a state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis Action, and you spend half a day in some of these places
I m subsisting on a fraction, and you spend half a day in some of these places, and i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation
And i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation, i ve been driving all night
or something or other
While it melts in my mouth, i say ok where was i but i can t repress a sigh, half-melted bag of tastations
Like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water, and it s all green-blue
My return fills me with dread, bathing in flourescent light, it s sweeping the nation
my return fills me with dread
Shouldn t i say what i really shouldn t oughta, my significant be with another
like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water
Of a western tennessee gas station, i ve been driving all night
With a pack of two-way action, with a pack of two-way action, shouldn t i say what i really shouldn t oughta
a state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis
my significant be with another
sill driving south
i ve been driving all night
In a tv nation, a state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis, and i close my eyes and pretend i m on vacation
Some other things you wouldn t ordinarily of thought a and will all be lost if you let it in maybe i ll never ever feel it again, and it s all green-blue
Issues of blonde hair, and we re off to the races
in a tv nation
And it s all green-blue, some other things you wouldn t ordinarily of thought a and will all be lost if you let it in maybe i ll never ever feel it again Two, but the light bleeds through
And you spend half a day in some of these places, i m subsisting on a fraction
And we re off to the races, there goes my imagination
Like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water, but the light bleeds through
that hard candy sensation