O'er the swamps
three paths they wind
An alien pulse beats
Total, divine.
A particle beam dream
Real deal palpability
And from the depths of some crag
they rise
and doom hits warp speed
When my heart is beyond repair,
I want to mellow out with you
on a diamond way
on a heavy day
So let's go down to the beach,
are you eleven?
Are you proud of that?
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