| Something in the wind, tastes so sweet
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| Time to eat again, a peach bite melody
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| Mama made it rain, milk and blood
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| So the funk is on ten, never mind enough
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| I glow for you
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| I’m in the silo
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| I glow for you
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| I’m in the silo
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| Oh my god, prophecy upon the bones
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| We gets up like trampolines, Bombo Fabrika on a roll
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| Get down gently, gently down the stream as I row
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| Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row
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| Nicest when I dream, I go go go
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| Purple clouds in teams, float past (drift by) my window
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| Cup em in my palms, my play dough
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| Make a cherry bomb, set them back afloat
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| I glow for you
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| I’m in the silo
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| I glow for you
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| I’m in the silo
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| Oh my god, prophecy upon the bones
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| We gets up like trampolines, Bombo Fabrika on a roll
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| Get down gently, gently down the stream as I row
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| Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row |