Pretending I am a worm,
Has proved all too easy.
Well I sense some problem [?]
It's the kind of smoke that could make us invisible.
See the things, I haven't seen you lately,
In the purple that I dove into.
Which is a version of my [?]
And your asthma can [?] still.
So do you, so do you, so do you,
Love me, love me, love me.
So do you, so do you, so do you,
Love me, love me, love me.
So do you, so do you, so do you,
Love me, love me, love me.
Things'll get better.
The words I'm kindred with like [?]
With the children that could make us a house [?]
I sew my face into a permanent crush high,
I play with [?] behind the newsstand.
So do you, so do you, so do you,
Love me, love me, love me.
So do you, so do you, so do you,
Love me, love me, love me.
So do you, so do you, so do you,
Love me, love me, love me.
Things'll get better.
So, it's nice in the breeze,
Ghosts are all looking for pennies in the trees.
Picnic [?] are brushing me and brushing me,
It is over.
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