afternoon, see a guy with rubies on his head and he's shifting like shifting like he was dead and he's hearing something, she
never said on his way back home, under his bed
when the weight comes down when the weight comes down
in the night there's a girl who doesn't mind her ragged sleeves knowing someone soon is gonna grieve and a man he tells her a
story, she just don't believe called, "adam never could do right by eve"
and the weight comes down and the weight comes down and the weight comes down down on you, down on me and a girl
walks by the burning bush she asks, "what's gone wrong here man?" and he smiles, says, "open wide, wide, wide"
in my dreams, a candy coated train comes to my door with a little girl, i can't have anymore you know a letter washes up to the
shore that i cannot read and i probably should ignore
when the weight comes down when the weight comes down when the weight comes down
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