Bought the brine of Armstrong's line, he took the wine
Blood and branches save your dead to save your dying
Limbs lose their abilities, on the Sea of Tranquility
In the bottoms of the deepest craters
You looked out for signs of the creator
From the dust for water hence
Water holds no finger pulls
Was it a telescope
Was it a microscope?
That helped us to behold you again
Now you help us to behold you and we'd like to know you
Was it a stethoscope?
My lord, down his throat
You help us to behold you and we'd like to know you
Now you help us to behold you and we'd like to know you
We'd like to offer our eyes with the leaves inside
To walk the plank as our reply
I'm watching for ways to least export


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