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Parasail
03:41
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Away, away, away all I see is space
What once where pastel shades are white washed and grey
But why are there a trillion light bulbs hanging from the sky
They always lead the way when all I see seems to fade
I understand you understand
Pretending is ok
Beams of light always lead my way,
wrap me in sails so my feet never have to touch the ground
Away, away, away there are tangerines everywhere
and the air smells like pears
Be my balloon and I'll carry you back home
I'm made out of glue so I'll always stick to you
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10 Trains
04:26
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Even though times not time,
sometimes you're real, but it's not right and
fishes can fly and marmalade's nice on rainy days when we stay inside.
Falling under and away we go, it's all a deep green sky
Awakened by 10 trains that somehow got way up high
Plastic hues and oranges too make me feel so blue
Let's climb 'till we fly and write a fugue for me and you
Under blankets and see through sheets we fly under vast green skies
And one by one when all our breathing's done we'll grow up high, like plants undying
And even though time's not time, sometimes you're real but it's not right
And fishes can fly and marmalade's nice on rainy days when we stay inside
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Aether
04:47
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The parasail pear drops packed in the basement,
I can recall the look on their faces, the frowns that once formulated the shape of the moon
Your sideways smile marked my enchantment with the Christmas lights that sparked my imagining
Higher and higher away above the Aether
When problems melt in my blueberry fountain,
our hearts collide and fly above mountains
Flickering, twirling, above and around me 'till I'm blue
No fare thee well's now cause we're closer to fuchsia,
but we close our eyes despite of the nuisance
We turn around and spin until we fall, in the aether
What'll I do if I don't turn blue before the sunrise?
The yellows collide and the fractions aren't right in my neon mind
Fill me with air and send me way up there amongst the clouds
One day I'll get up there
Above the aether
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Clooouds
03:31
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Clouds form bubbles in the sky
Slow and shallow, time's not time
And that place is three moons
and I can't get past that sky
and it's all nothing
Just like everything
You flared by purple dust and shot out stars
Becoming into nothing, it's all peaceful bliss
Waves and waves all miscalculate and there's
no logic or reason
It's all purple dust
Molecules of light form apples in the sky
And crystals and diamonds always shine so bright
But it's pale, oh so pale
and I keep looking at the pastels
But it's all in my head
just like everything
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He's My Shoo Shoo
02:59
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My love that once was borrowed has come back to me
The spring time shifts like melancholy bumblebees
We used to dance in the snow but now the trees have lost their leaves
Night time is all around
Sunrise my thoughts collide
We breathe like butterflies that cannot fly
Wake me and I'll lay on sheets of gold and lace
We'll wait for the sky to shine
Morning time again, the love has left with the light
The canopies of time collapsed through beams that were so bright
Untie and unwind the carousel that chimes in time
It tells me to close my eyes
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Foot Foot
07:59
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In my waking hours you're always there
The room is laced with gold and nothing but honey
Don't fall far too close 'cause I won't be there anymore
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