I'll lead you around the ocean
Where grass grows
And remnants of you in devotion
My breath's out
Inhaling upon trees, it's frozen
And look out
And trace along the house where shit is frozen
Then holding
Quietly
The sound is dead
And sing in turn
In light
When life meets child, your only plight
In light
When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while
In light
I'll take you for walks among the patients

She had a pretty dad
But she was growing out of playschool
Still she could kick and scream and play
Until she wanted to
My little chocolate girl
Her brother barely out of high school
Lived in a place where he could scream
Until he wanted to
Oh fuzzy tidy cat
And she could bury him in apples
And curl around a bowl of cotton
'Til she wanted to

Still she had to speak loud
'Cause hearing isn't, “I am here with them”
And we took
A picture, Sunday flowers in the garden
And quite late
Still drinking with the boys until it's later
And pray small
Your hopes of something better to show her
And holding tight
The sound is dead
It's singing time
In light
When life meets child, your only plight
In light
When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while
In light
I'll take you for walks among the patients

She met a pretty boy
And they would dance between their elders
And she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in
My little chocolate girl
She used to love the stars of England
She slept on records and her market jewelry
From her school
Her colors matched the room
And she would twirl around the curtains
She had a hand to hold her chin up
When her friends walked out
The kid across the street
He'll keep around when she was changing
And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boys
Her Mom and Dad at home
She had saliva in her pockets
She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day

So good, my chocolate girl
Oh won't you like an 'A'?

So put your lanterns on across the maze
So I won't feast on folly
Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead
And who will pop the trade
'Cause I can't see you
I'll open up my brain again

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In cycle,
I'll leave you around into ocean,
Where grass grows,
And remnants of you with devotion,
My breath's out,
Inhaling a palm tree that's poison,
We look out,
We trace along the house where she was crazy,
And holding tightly,
The sound is dead,
Sing in time,
And life,
When life makes child, your only plight
With life,
When ceilings smiles, they'll sleep a while
In life,

I'll take you for walks among the patience,

She had a pretty dad,
But she was growing out of play-school,
Still, she could kick and scream and play,
Until she wanted to,
My little chocolate girl,
Her brother barely out of high school,
There'd been a place where he could scream,
Until he wanted to,
Our fuzzy tabby cat,
And she could bury him in apples,
And curl around a bowl of cotton until she wanted to

Still she had to speak loud,
Because hearing isn't "I am with them",
And we tilled,
And picture ,someday, flowers in the garden ,
And quiet lay,
Still drinking with the boys until it's rained on,
And pray small,
In hopes of something better for the children,

And holding tightly
When sound is dead,
It's singing time,
In life,
When life means child is your only pride
You'll lie,
When ceilings smile, you'll sleep a while,
In life,

I'll take you for walks among the patience,

She met a pretty boy,
Then they would dance between their elders,
Where she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in,
My little chocolate girl,
She used to love the stars from England,
She slept on records and her marble jewelry from her skin,
Her colors matched the room,
And she would twirl around the curtains,
She had a hand to hold her chin up,
When her friends walked out,
The kid across the street,
He'll keep around when she was changing,
And he would wait till she would tell her friends about the boy,
Her "Mother" Dad at home,
She had saliva in her pockets,
She gave a girl when her last grace hath find thee, dig the day

So good, my chocolate girl,
Oh won'tcha make a name?

So put your lanterns on across the maze,
So I won't feast on fallen,
Better love the rain, who brought the stings and dead,
And who will pop the triggers,
I can't see you,
I'll open up my brain again