Hate recreated
A revelation
Uh, listen to me
I'll tell you I'm about to run
The ceilings are undone

Specialized victories
For over-age whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what I want to find

Chorus:
Believe -- let it go
And leave -- The shots in closing
Believe -- Discretion grove
For it's time
To go there
Yeah, there's time, there's time, there's time
To go there

Celt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
I'm tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times I tilted truth

Major Alfonso
Mind of DeGaulle
The ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And it's all we do to run, run, run...

(Chorus)

You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid
Just crash our wind on a manic bay
(Distract the wind on a manic bay)
(Scratch the wind on a manic Bay)


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