And my lady said,
When you're with a maid,
Found your velcro shoes,
It's a holiday,
And run up to the village of our love,
'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow,
[Look i've found a beautiful place and the harps of which have grown
the village where we hide our socks and I'll witness your hair grow]
[Look I burned my hands,
Are the hands have come to share...
Streets are powered with people,
While the woods are different than rain from,
Bats will fly]
I could've told you,
'Til we landed our way out,
I could've you,
'Til we literally found a better way out.
[May lay the doctor only gets what he wants,
Say so give it to the preacher now...
Melody was hanging from the west wind damn all around,
Your mother said your girl's drunk]
[Swallow on your wonderwall,
And we'll ride in my buggy,
Takes me across the indian waves and we'll swim with the great whites]
[Marble sea,
Foil eyes...
When the tide,
She's here, smile,
You'll find reason,
Doubt all the seasons,
I am the reason the child dies
I feel so ellusive in Houston,
You feel so exclusive in Houston...
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