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Luna
03:01
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Inhaling dead tress in the morning, 11:18 It aint even afternoon.
Pry gooey dirt brown eyes and ill show you, yah ill show you no lie.
She wont be no rerun, rerun, Shes cold, she aint no fun. She wont be no rerun, rerun cause i got me a 40 to bake in the sun
Luna (9X)
Oh Im floating like a lead balloon.
Dead seas in the morning, Im swimming dead seas in her hot boxed afternoon.
Climb high in the treehouse lights and ill wait for you yah ill wait here no lie.
She wont be no rerun rerun, Shes cold she aint no fun. She wont be no rerun rerun cause i got me a 40 and need me the sun.
Luna (9X)
Oh I'm floating like a lead balloon
Im floating, floating, floating
Oh Im floating, floating, floating
Im floating, floating, floating
Yah Im floating like a lead balloon.
Dead trees in the morning
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Rotting Palm
03:36
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I knew a girl, a beautiful girl, she tore me inside.
Black hair in curls, sun bitten swirls impaled my pride.
Ohh Ohh Oooohhhh
Whats left to say? Whats left to say?
She threw me away.
Holes at my kness, a trillion degrees.
Rotting palm trees.
So late one summer night, the warm breeze oh so right,
We went for a little ride.
Mojave hears no cries, No far off ghostly sighs
And yah the Gila's did dine swell that night.
Dimwitted girl, beautiful girl
She tore me inside.
Holes at my knees, a trillion degrees
Rotting palm trees.
So late one summer night, the warm breeze oh so right,
We went for a little ride.
Mojave hears no cries, No far off ghostly sighs
And yah the Gila's did dine fine that night.
(screams)
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Mexican Candy
03:14
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Now girl we'de look a filthy mess,
while sweet satanic skeletons feed pelicans our parts
and the waves will bury all the rest til we ache and shake and bleed the best when only me your eyes caress.
And ill stumble down those stairs, quite dead with a crazy curving sea swerving in my head.
And its a full moon out so don't mess me around
Yah its a full moon out, full moon out
You know it Jess I wont mess you around.
Sun sighing leaving one of those "when will i see you again?"
Wouldn't you know, I got nowhere else to go.
Sun sighing leaving one of those "when will i see you again?"
Wouldn't you know, I got nowhere else to go.
(scream)
Now girl we'de look a perfect mess, with sweet satanic pheromones that penetrate the rest.
Well don't try to understand the mess just ache and shake and bleed the best when only me your eyes caress.
And ill stumble down those stairs, quite dead with a crazy curving sea swerving in my head.
And its a full moon out so don't mess me around
Yah its a full moon out, full moon out
You know it Jess I wont mess you around.
Sun sighing leaving one of those "when will i see you again?"
Wouldn't you know, I got nowhere else to go.
Sun sighing leaving one of those "when will i see you again?"
Wouldn't you know, I got nowhere else to go.
Oooh Oooh
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