I start books at the end
And my chin is high for nothing
My eye that tears is because of the wind
My absences are feelings
br/>I can't stand
The sky is flowing on my hands
I can't stand
The sky is flowing on...
It can't stand
br/>The sky flows over my hands
It doesn't hold up
Under my feet the sky returns
They smile red and speak to me grey
I pretend to have understood everything
There is a guy crying outside
On my face gold dust
I can't stand up
The sky is running down my hands
I can't stand
The sky is flowing on...
It can't stand
The sky is flowing on my hands
It can't stand
It can't stand
It can't stand br/>Under my feet the sky returns
We and the man are out
Worse than a simple half we count at half and half
Right on one of the low sides ©s like origami
The stretched bars seem broken everything is only spikes and splinters
These strange children
Spit out outside as if by chance
Hiding the effort in the scratching post
And a creepy sound as a standard which says:
I do all my make-up with mercurochrome
Against the pop-ups which massage the throne
I can't stand
The sky flows on my hands
I can't stand
The sky flows on...
That doesn't can't stand
The sky flows over my hands
It can't stand
Under my feet the sky returns

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