| Southpaw taylor; |
| sewing light
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| Light you swallow so it shines
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| From your ears horns of yellow, glow of white
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| We are the stress-keepers
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| We are the punchingtons
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| Ready the mercurial flow
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| Glow!
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| My silly girl, I stayed too long
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| I said «Come here my darling, it all belongs to you.»
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| Queen of mirth, you played your part
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| You wanna be the storm, then be the storm
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| Tragic rover, space time clover. |
| I got secret power in tow
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| Silver miner, ashtray writer; |
| give them strife and let them settle
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| We are the Gate-keepers
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| We are the Kickingtons
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| We got our own style
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| Glow!
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| My silly girl I stayed too long
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| I said «Come here my darling, it all belongs to you.»
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| My queen of mirth, I strayed too far
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| You wanna be the storm, then be the storm
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| My silly girl I stayed too long
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| I said «Come here my darling, it all belongs to you.»
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| You little blue thunder, I strayed too far
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| You wanna be the storm, then be the storm
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| Throw it away like anything that you don’t need
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| (It's far away) |