Clean your heart of all old emotion.
Let those fingers write all the words in your silly little head.
I keep on dreaming of natural disasters,
and familiar buildings.
The ocean will speak too you,
place your longings in that woman,
i'll try and remember to think like a man.
My little girl big blue eyes will speak too you.
My horse like sweet watery voice will coo and compliment your ego.
So let's just continue what we're after.
let me kiss you in the waves,
and then i'll let you pull my head under water.
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