Shape of the sun, oh, pretty ways
Pretty ways and things to come
When this day is done, you will collapse
Collapse into my arms
And I always, they're not that strong
And as always you do believe
And I always, I'm very wrong
About the cut above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time
So slow and syrupy, yeah
She'd be inside, you shed away
A shadow as we go
And I always, it's not that bad
And I'm so into the blue
And I always, like goofy said
I just fly above the flower
Last thing we do, turn our heads around
Closer to the ground
You're falling, you masculine you
Forever benched sitting by the dirty window
And I always, I'm very wrong
And I'm so into the blue
And it's so, if it's so
I just fly above the few
Though it seems to be a drag
You skirt around the thing that's comfortable
Purple peppers, dirty rags
Make your life albeit, more portable
Turn around and don't follow me, don't follow me
Don't follow me, don't follow me

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