Pleased to be swallowed by the sea
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Hold a lemon to practice vibrato on the cello
I was sloppy, rushed
I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap
I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be
Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted
Paint them white as January
I’m floating in a black balloon
You tell me it calms your nerves
Let’s go place some money on the order of the horses
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
Stay Tuned 