 Lucky are the leaves of the clover,
She's diggin' for chemistry with the butcher's tools.
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler,
The sand is a ricochet,
Taste my grit?
Through the motions waving wishes,
To your confidence and eloquence.
And he's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too!
What large amazing things that we'll turn into rain.
Lucky are the one-headed car lights,
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more.
Shaky on a cold wetted statue,
I'm diggin' for pattern leaks on unleaded fuel.
Through the motions waving wishes,
To your confidence and eloquence.
And he's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things,
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too!
What large amazing things that we'll turn into rain.
Gather round,
Hold your glasses up high,
Drink to love, while we wait for high tide.
Keep it short, keep it brief,
You have my word.
Gather 'round, while we wait for high tide.
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious thing!
What small amazing things that will keep us all safe.
Your spots,
Your seeds lack fur.
We're all a mess as though,
We all have another.
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