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Spanish Gold, 2044 Lyrics

Oh, we are nothing but what always leave behind
Withering into the sun
Side color nearest humming bird on a wire
Eyeing the cloak of the sun
Yes, we are nothing but what always leave behind
And this Canadian poetries and incantations and a bullet on a ride
I haven't read them, I will not read them
For they dwell too much on times

Yes, the desert is at sea and
I left this bullwhip with the night stand
Julliard was a thousand miles away
Where are you gonna run when the clouds break?
And the sun peaks it eyes with attitude and rises itself on big l*** l***
Feeling in big ranges rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks

It signifies I am being petrified in all the rolling s*** we left behind
White pages of ages rocking the paint of ages
Looking at your graceless depictions of life
To read
There shall be nothing left to write
And that's when I cannonball them all

I left this bullwhip with the night stand
Julliard you were a thousand miles across when you said it drops
Feeling in the big ranges rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks uh

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