i'm moving in a direction that has its own infection
infectious device to input the thrice, the lice, and the less-forgets of the gotten knots, into, width
I'm on a move, a runaway, i get by - everyday,
but the day like a castaway day cry the island of the lonely low land, low is how we feel - and -
forget to metion, the contributions, GIVE ME A REASON
... no, no explanation, plane Jane comes around once a day to water the flowers in the window bay, she'll be round this time, tomorrow day
i launch the long john theory, pyjama day, oh deary
stripy tigers with the frill of fleece, I move in dreams
seize the fantasi' the size, of silent night, grab the duvet, turn out the light
I'm moving on and outttt tonight
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