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| you know what you know so you go break the terror of the urban spell- this alliance you say 'I'm on the threshold of greatness girl'- so you burn your pagoda through the congo till there's a broken bond- on the birth of the search white trash my native son it will all find its way in time blossom, riot poof you know what you know so you go chain her to your flow- she bites through your dried lean meat as she's going to the movie show- in a bath of glitter and a tiny shiver she crawls through your java sea- black sahara I'm stepping in to your spave oddity it will all find it's way in time blossom, riot poof the sun is warming my man is moistening- on the bomb on the bond on the bomb |
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| in my head i found you there and running around and following me but you don't dare but I find that I have, now, more than I ever wanted to so maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard like you have said and maybe I'm not the horizon you run to when she has left you there your are, here in my head and running around and calling me "com back I'll show you the roses that brush off the snow and open their pedals again and again" and you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands I can't so held your hand at the fair and even forgot what time it was and even Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard like you have said and maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when she has left you and me here alone on the floor you're counting my feathers as the bells toll you see the bow and the belt and the girl from the south all favorites of mine you know them all well and spring brings fresh little puddles that makes them all clear makes it all do you know what this is doing to me here in my head |
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