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And I won't tell if you won't tell We'll run from the nuns and Orson Welles

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Resting flowers One wild sprawl Untethered Making an effort Ah ah ah ah ah ah making an effort Ah ah ah ah ah ah Captured throats Dawn running us down

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Yes, language matters in opera, holy sh*t

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I am chewing power lines Spraying the yard in spark Clouds were bruised when the day broke

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He couldn't leave a finer life Always hugging the ground And crying out for me

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