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I went swimming in the dark one day, i m inclined to lie in one place, i inclined within the sky and i
They all sing out, i inclined within the sky and i Swim, i m inclined to lie in one place
We gotta do well, i inclined within the sky and i, i flew to the sun and i stole her hat
to see how many lives i can live
and all the magic was chisled down
I went fishing in the stars one time, i went fishing in the stars one time Deep, they all sing out
And then i flew right back but now i feel so bad, i inclined within the sky and i
A leader cries and i m not sorry for them, i flew to the sun and i stole her hat
we gotta do well
They all sing out, i went fishing in the stars one time, a familiar turn of the century hurls
i dug a hole in a well to see who s about
they all sing out
my eyes are swollen at the sight of it all
If it s hope that kills me then i won t die, we gotta do well, if it s hope that kills me then i won t die
The youth are dominant, and they can t use our baths to wash all their sins
That optimism is a better word, i went fishing in the stars one time
that optimism is a better word
I flew to the sun and i stole her hat, and all the magic was chisled down, and they can t use our baths to wash all their sins
i m inclined to lie in one place
i flew to the sun and i stole her hat
We gotta do well, until all the magic just can t be found Swim, until all the magic just can t be found
my eyes are swollen at the sight of it all
About all the books are him and all the rhymes are he, to see how many lives i can live Swim, a leader cries and i m not sorry for them
Lights done flickering and i m awake, i talked to god and she laughed with me
to see how many lives i can live
About all the books are him and all the rhymes are he, and then i flew right back but now i feel so bad Deep, i went swimming in the dark one day
a familiar turn of the century hurls
And all the magic was chisled down, i inclined within the sky and i
and they can t use our baths to wash all their sins
and they can t use our baths to wash all their sins
i went fishing in the stars one time
I dug a hole in a well to see who s about, a familiar turn of the century hurls
about all the books are him and all the rhymes are he
and they can t use our baths to wash all their sins