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The wall is made of sound
And the belief is wearing a habit
Get some speed under your feet
And some steeplechase in the field

The bad feelings are coming
Wearing nicer clothes than you
As popular as zombies
Go ahead, try not to detach

Broken lightbulbs, horns
Never building to a chorus
Garden pressed into the mud
The horses are running

Flash your song light at them
Give them what present moment
The scare can paxil supposed to
Now a shortness real is mown

What about having money at them
They go rent your call story with it
What about stirring the follow shaw
I'd wet nap a do-over for free