Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give yourself a break
What's the fascination You have to tear yourself away
With lovers at the station
Walking through the long grass on your hands
The dream again nobody understands
It's not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Words to make her stay: you said
Leave me and the plants die A panic smile across your face
Corrugated browline
Call when you can tie your lace
The hissing bitter punchline Walking through the long grass on your hands
The dream again nobody understands
It's not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Sleep it off hissing bitter punchline
Sleep it off
hissing bitter punchline
bitter punchline hissing bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
The dream again nobody understands
bitter punchline Walking through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today
You rule my world
You rule my world compadreYou rule my world my brother
You rule my world.
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