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september song
go to sleep.
draw the paintshades
down across your rivet eyes
go to sleep.
fold your bullseye head
under your switchblade wing
go to sleep.
let sweet lips of infant pity
kiss your kerosene tears away
go to sleep.
dream of flying.
dream of flying.
Yeah!
ReplyDeletego to sleep.
ReplyDeletefold your bullseye head
under your switchblade wing>>>>>
sweet lines