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Yeahall the stars drip down like butter
Wromises are sweet
We hold out our panslift our hands to catch them.
We eat them updrink them upupupup
Heylet me in.
Heylet me in.
I only wish that I could hear you whisper down
Mister fishermanto a less peculiar ground.
He gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
To say goodbyenice try.
Heylet me in. yeah yeah yeah
Heylet me in. Let me in.
I had a mind to try to stop you. Let me in. Let me in.
I’ve got tar on my feet and I can’t see.
All the birds look down and laugh at me.
Clumsycrawling out of my skin.
Heylet me in. yeah yeah yeah
Heylet me in.
Heylet me in. yeah yeah yeah
Heylet me in.
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