Sliding on the Sabbath
Sipping on some juice
Stifling the build up
Sitting on the roof
Tomorrow is a new day
Today will come to pass
Tons of fire inside
Tilling up the ash
Open up the eyelids
Open up the mind
Outside there's a shadow
Opening it's arms
Push another button
Play another cord
Pick up fallen daisies
Place them in a cup
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