A man once told me that the God's had a garden
And that mountains were molehills in their lawn
You can't predict the diction of the absurd
You know they're never forget that time you swore that in another life
That you could remember Vasco de Gama shoving off to set his feet upon a landmass of spices
Where we'll commit vices when we land, on indian ground
What's this harmony?
Just muted reverie?
That smell on the breeze
Pink Blackpool Rock is stuck in my teeth
You learn ventriloquy, i play dominos
Like a domino, climbing up the wall, like a domino i can break your fall?
Like a domino, painting as you go
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