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No Twilight Within The Courts Of The SunDraggin’ a lakeFind the owner of the voice I zip in the bag And drove all across the noise Examine the hairline His archives in the strands He turned into something That puts the weakness in my hands I see what I suppose I breathe what I dispose Black wheels get yellow in the sand I steal every idea that I can (something something) shadows in the lake (something) she (something) beside (something) (something something) in a car (something something) in the dark |