Just along this shore
a dented space in your heart
You can’t be complete without a street
Your precious lake
wanton John, candy in rome
Walking out in the lamplight
Like boppin’ the blues
you made my feet all right
This is for that sound
this is for that sound
Who’s that sound?
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What a little baby
sitting on his modern knee
His body was sucking in
my habit, soaking wet
We’re gonna sing
about a cool drink of water
He died with a salmon in his hand
