There's a choir always
softly scream
They will just send praises
Of my...
Any shortcoming...
The sky's...
... and him his master was
He thought it special
My feelings rose in circles
(can't tell if they are saying words or just making noises)
Slip knot flat footed come again
lift like that clip its off and in
little crown of dead and gilded lilies
Write down the flames of feather part and(That's what it sounds like to me)
Just what she warned but never said
They're sleeping sound and far away
To the constant Christmas lights
There were low supplies
in a crowded setting and guilty(?)....(or "in a crowded dead and guilty")
Oh, a signal on a train
it's a difference i can see
they're sleeping sound and far away
(again, can't tell if they are saying words or just making noises)
Hey, hey, hey (last hey is arpeggiated)
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