Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue Voluntrocities I wonder and I ask myself could this Be it? and the gloomy `swounds` of sudden eruptions With viny acclimation stops it slides Me back and tells me it`s allright
Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head My weary head
A retreat to a place called Zink my nostrils Shake as I smell the ink and I love it it is Dark but still delicious I like the smell I shake and curl and wrinkle and wrinkle and stop Thinking and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle
Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head My weary head...
Does it go in between? where do I stand In colluminity? or, for this it is capturing And flintely good to have your face in my head.
Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head Seashell eyes Moony gloom My weary head... I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do I go with my weary head My weary head, my weary head...
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