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I just want these holes for when I try to run

I asked you on a date, and in a croaking gutteral whisper you said "Pick me up at eight"

reality's just black and white

I don't believe in miracles anymore

fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun

you're my fish-frog sweetheart

after a hurricane, comes a rainbow

makin' your way in the world today takes everything you've got

it looks like some kaleidescopic breathing exercise