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That means no

Where I come from

I am cold

Out waiting for the day to come

I chew my lips

And I scratch my nose

Feels so good to be a rose

Oh don't, don't you life me up

Like I'm that shy

No no no no no

Just five it up

There are bats all dissolving in a row

Into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go

I cannot let go

So I thank the Lord

And I thank his sword

'Tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

Oh, oh morning without warning like a hole

And I watch you go

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road

There are some dragons who were built to have and hold

And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly

And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees

And they sting so terribly

I do as I please

Now I'm on my knees

Your skin is something that I stir into my tea

And I am watching you

And you are starry, starry, starry

And I'm tumbling down

And I check a frown

It's why I love this town

Well, just look around

Just see me serenaded hourly !

And celebrated sourly :

Dedicated dourly

Waltzing with the open sea

Clam, crap, cockle, cowrie

Oh will you just look at me