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it’s the clean air there’s a slight glare it’s a sunset eject collect we’re one we re-group were a small troop we all confide in the sun it’s the time shared yes we share time it’s a tooth fine comb pine cone shift in lungs i exhale to define brail yes a vision is sung maybe you make me tall you make me free yes we’ll find that you and you and me make three maybe you see it all you dissolve what we see ya we’ll find that you and you and me make three it’s a strong pour yeah a long board make your foot sore you’ve my up and up no talk back it’s a fast track to the illusion of luck it’s a high time there’s a green line and i feel like something has got to me it’s the envy to the fourth seed
is illusion enough
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