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Leapt like dog from man
Terminate high thinking
Known in your prophecy

Sun
Sun it shifts, and brittleness subsides
To sleep sleep away

Sun comes
The rain will always be
And things I am are things that should not be
They laughed at me, but we never bothered
My friends and I
There were no others

Now it comes
Bolt across the blue
Shadows dance over the land
Walls high, water deep
Brick and steel gathering speed
The water deep
I guess it's just a feeling
Guess it's just a feeling

The rain may come
The rain may never be
In things you are are things I need to be
My friends were there but they never bothered

Now there's you and I and there are no others

It's like a death becomes musical
It's musical
It's like a death becomes musical musical 3x

And it comes
To make sure that he will never rise
And the groans from the bellies have never cried this hard
And the eyes of the wicked ones have never been so full of dust
In the middle of the sea it waits
Closer

Home, nor anywhere on Earth on that final day will anyone be apart
oneschooledtogether
Towards the sea
And we may drown, fly, fall from faith
but the pain won't be realized
Because the emotions will hit like God should
And the mountains will offer no shelter
And the clouds will be no cover
No matter where we run
We will simply not be alone

4x
Don't die on me, don't go away
When I need you here in my need

The rain will come
The rain will always be
In things I am are things that have to be
My friends have come and I never bothered

'Cause myself and I
There is no other

It's like a death becomes musical, it's musical 2x

"See this thing here
Oh That's not what I'm trying to say
That's the wrong one
See here there it is
It's a driving range In the air
You stand in that corner there and you, uh, shoot golf balls
Can't catch it, and it's in the middle of the city"

"Wow"

"See, during the day this place is pretty lively
Head back the other way, see if you can get any more things that are open
That is great lights here
Not doing it now, man, it's too early
Maybe it's too early, but during the day
When it's rush hour, you cross the street
And this really stupid tune comes on
It's playing a digitalized version of 'When a Body Meets a Body Comin' Through the Rye'
This stuff on the ground here is all for the blind
Lights up at night
My eyes are all wrong and I run into something
'Parlor Fukuoka' see
'Fuck you OK,' eh
Heh
On all the roads there's beer machines and cigarette machines
It's the karmic aura, it must be in harmony"