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I'm lying on the roof of pastel parcel licking rain and lightning
Electric trees with darkness beneath puffins on bricks
The air is raw
Choose a pair of wings and let's fly to the skies
The air is raw There is plenty of birds and fire
I'm lying on the roof of pastel parcel licking rain and lightning
Electric trees with darkness beneath puffins on bricks
The air is raw
Choose a pair of wings and let's fly to the skies
The air is raw There is plenty of birds and fire