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(Verse) Well, I think it was meant before me Would you scrabble, that down is on some awesome power Will any of them ever fly And by fly I mean get out, Get out of the temptations, the golden crusts in the sky. The pink flowers of zion, Everything, everywhere has gotten into the giant. The seed that bounce back on top of that irish island That is your proof, man, that everything is sometimes scatting into the dying. I never liked that coop island, now even less Since is in my laughter, you shoot it upon the ocean I was on design. Flipped my jolysness and dream, little boy, Face the sacrifice on to the living power, This all fucking noise is underrate And you sail away, Don’t plan to stop him out to that cold And if we go slow enough I might just drop there one day I might just set the green air And I might just drop all the plays. I wish a pink flower’s away I wish a pink flower’s away I wish a pink flower’s away I wish a pink flower’s away I wish a pink flower’s away I wish a pink flower’s away. From Letras Mania