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Beavers
03:04
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Swimming to the wettest cloud
To drink a bit of dreaming mood
Cause the fairies, oh the fairies, are overcoming
Closing up until the edge of life
My eyes are getting dumb or happy
It's very, oh very confortable
Bring your beavers to my head
Bring your beavers to my head
It's so simple to me
It's so simple to me
It's so simple to keep my skull free
(bring your beavers to my head, they are welcome)
Think is a sort of peaceful body
My eyes are getting dumb or happy
And fairies, oh fairies are overcoming
Approaching traps with a lot of tact
I'm mastering the fall of myself
Memories, oh memories, are overcoming
It's so simple to me
It's so simple to me
It's so simple to keep my skull free
Bring your beavers to my head
Bring your ravens to my hair
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Pencils and Troubles
04:48
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Silver
02:40
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How low my baby, will you dig for silver
Make your confession to him
Silver and gold are so rare don't you bother
You'll get lost that's all you'll get here
Three weeks ago you were young forever
And now there's this being beneath
We'll watch the events from the top of the sun
How could be everything made clear
So now that you've passed through the storm
With a rising someone you could easily have been
And now that you're old and decaying you're still listening
The soundtracks of your seventeenth
How low my baby, will you dig for silver
Make your confession to him
Silver and gold are so rare don't you bother
You'll get lost that's all you'll get here
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Jonestown
00:39
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A Song is not a Diary
01:26
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And every hours seem to blend
And every hours seem to grow enough to slim
And every year is on the way to the ten following
There is no common way to glory
And every pavement moves forward
Bringing with itself road and trees
And every man that walks on it moves at the speed of sound
There is no common way to hope
And every hour seems to blend
And every year is on the way to the ten following
There is no common way to glory
There is no common way to hope
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Jet House Gore
03:29
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I won't teach you to break your way
I won't tell how to swing their minds around
And I won't kill all the pelves that stands by your back
But if you wanted it...
But my almighty flame, it's so quick
Brandy/Brody it's all the same here
Now you're wearing a shell that's this hard that it hurts
Your trembling flesh at heart
It is probably a sinking thrill
Trying to dress as an invitation
And I beg that I will run away, girly manner
Til heaven will have healed your ache
You were pure like a holy and stood and gathered
Do we know how the disease became a matter ?
It's not something that you should have known in your tower
Your heaven gives to me what he's lost, and
And heaven's gonna heal your ache
Hang on to something even if you
Don't want to hang on
Til heaven will have crossed your head.
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Fairy Tales In Yoghourt Nantes, France
Songs & Things, Nantes, France.
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