sun rise always happens in your eyes
gonna pick you up and bend ya - never gonna hold ya,
pick up my soup and then i rub my shoulder got a nickel and a dime and the party's almost over,
cash my check the faith is in the pocket, crumble it up the lint is itchy soda.
community servants lick up the carpet and never leave the body of pennies to dig for the sand was'd just yellow.
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