Marching With 6

Woke up late on that Sunday morning
(Woke up late yeah the sun was burning)
Slides and chutes spilling explanations
(Slides and chutes offer alibis)
Oh, no, no…
Where the freeways mate and the flies congregate
There’s a needle hungry for a place to sleep
Where the jumpers meet in the film cloud eyes
With the doctors notes and them heavy heads we’ll cry
Oh, no, no…
Lay my face back in the sleep finds me lazy
(A fears friendly fed when you’re free to be resting)
Birds in the sky and the rain won’t soon call in
(Gravel laced sunsets foaming through my belly)
Oh, no, no…
Evident was the flood
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Evident I was told
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A wonder it was worn
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Evident I was told
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Oh, no, no…
Oh my baby wants to take your breath away
Oh my baby wants to burn your soul
Oh my baby wants to take your breath away
Oh my baby wants to burn your soul
Oh my baby’s gonna take your breath away
Oh my baby’s gonna burn your soul
Oh my baby will take your breath away
Oh my baby will break your soul
Oh my baby’s gonna take your breath away
(My baby will)
Oh my baby’s gonna burn your soul
(My baby will, my baby will)
Oh my baby’s gonna take your breath away
Oh my baby wants to burn your soul
Take take take take take take it away
(burn your soul)
Evident was the flood
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Evident I was told
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A wonder it was worn
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Evident I was told
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