| And when it happens it’s like
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| Honey and pain, horns in the rain
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| Misty seas and mysteries
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| A dog with no name, it’s that time again
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| Not sure if I’m sleeping
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| But the vision’s as clear as fog on the pier
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| Someone fishing aimlessly
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| A thought’s an idea, a sound is an ear
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| And gods with none believing
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| Being chased by the lamb, a knife in its hand
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| Looked down from that mountain
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| Saw the moon get a tan on the beach with no sand
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| Something came and something ran
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| To make up my mind, is it bleak or it fine?
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| She looked a little doubtful
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| Smirked and said it’s divine to light with no lime, sometimes
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| Oh it’s too late I can’t stop
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| Moving my mouth, I’ll shush but I’ll shout
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| Something’s got a hold of me
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| Those words coming out like froth from a stout
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| Dreamboat’s sailing into
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| Stormy weather I see, salty debris
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| Cows and tigers jumping at some
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| Mad dignity, but passionately we’ll be
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| Oh finding
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| Ways without words to sing and to purr
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| Loving without declarations
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| Stuttered and slurred, elephants blurred
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| Nerves resisting urges serve
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| To speak with no sight, a bat taking flight
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| Only to find tooth marks
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| In that sex dynamite, my girl’s got a bite, that’s right |