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Every little thing she does is magic. every thing she does just turns me on. even though my life before was tragic, now i know my love for her goes on.
"come on petunia", you thought in your head, "it would all be so easy if you could be led to the cave where i hide you in linens and frames, and in new combinations i've made of our names. it's a tiny hole, yeah, but you'd fit if i sliced you up wee itty bitty, i'd sliver and splice you and then you could be many, and i'd be the one who was privy to love you and show you the fun."
Jamie stood on his stoop, and he challenged his homies to go get some girlfriends and locate their yonis. the waters were parting and times getting heated. the boys needed friendship, the beat needed meeted. unh unh. her dress was a ship at sail. unh. her knees were the water pail. this was survival and she was the kit. you could die of thirst if the girls won't give you sips.
You're all jenny and lindsey and fine and i'm underwater, shedding my mind. and i'm pretty sure baby if you'd hold my head i could live like i've wished for and undo my dread, because, i see candygrams up in the ceiling tiles, witty postcards sent off from the sandwich isles. in these towns where vacations will lead us, i'll hold out my treasures and their wealth will feed us. but, oh, she does as she wishes, and no, she won't be your missus. you kingdom it widens and you're there alone with all that love, and the void on your throne.

I have tried
My hopes have blossomed
And my hopes have fried
I tried to cut them all down,
But I found hopes were still living deep inside,
Like a team of renegade lovers
Working long hours, sneaking around
With a belief in the life of our love,

Things do to yea I've got them in my room
I've got it going on
The silence of the phone not ringing's just a present thing
Under my, my mind
whoo whoo whoo whoo..

Think of you yea I've got such better things to do than you
And I don't notice hardly even at all

Some philosophies fuel a belief in the self,
constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf.
Built well you're a strong letter I,
with the feet on the ground and the head to the sky.
Now and then you can bend,
it's okay to lean over my way.
You fear that you can't do it all,
and you're right.

The sky opened wide like the tide
and I wanted to know
where are my friends tonight?
so i got into my stride
and I walked to the thekla
I walked inside
and I peered into the atmosphere
and there were people and girls and beers and hair

I was out of your league....
and you were twenty thousand underneath the sea
Waving affections
You were out of my league
at a distance that I didn't want to see
Down to the bottom

I wanted a junction, and often there was one