Flashy Python
Ichiban Blues
OneTicket to Tokyo on a boat,Wood on a waveI hear that Steven sleeps with the stingrays now,So I fashioned a history book into a sail as the Japanese wind seemed to blow these words inICame to Kyoto where now heIs on display,Plated glass, no one dare ask himIf his life is a picnic it's clear as he points to the headphones that howl the words the wind sang upon arrivalItchyIchiban blue sonItchyIchiban blue sonWhy does he need to come out here?There are museums in Oklahoma.Could the lines in his hand have proposed this plan?I measured the footsteps outside temple walls, and then juggled some sand 'til I saw him againHeKeeps a white candle in his hairAnd now works with clay,Letras de cancionesWax drips down upon the panda cow that he has madeItchyIchiban blue sonItchyIchiban blue son
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