There's a thing called
There's this thing called
We fly balloons on
See how the skulls we build
Fill all the towers we
Cassius, it's over, Cassius away
Cassius, these day dreams, these day
This is a warning shot
Your final call
An empty morgue
With gurning
We communicate, communicate
And she dreams of empty swings around
We communicate
Quite a heartbeat
You're quite a heartbeat
Race right through you
You sleep
NOTE:
Calling all kids, this is our spear
It's on track to
Sun's up
We wait all day
Sun's up
We wait all day, all
In context
She said these terminals once again
Wasp's nests, these terminals
un peu d’air sur la terre
d’air sur la
d’air sur la
d’air
Away, away in this system there is
Another country place we
Sun side, sun dance step for two
Sun side, dance step
Hey, I hear the future birds
It's called spaceships, astronauts and
We could cause catastrophies
In your arms
In your arms
We could cause
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