itchy post page finger fragments

and if tomorrow said
there were lies for your head
would you eat them
could you find a way to believe them

and if tomorrow said
for you we got a new bed
would you go then
 step into your next life then

chorus
and if tomorrow said
that things don't always rhyme
and you're running out of time
where would you find a life line
out of here, out of here







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step up and ride the rails
step up and take the shells
from the beach, step and make your day
one that won't get away.

with him playing in the background
it's so hard to make a good sound
with new music from the inside
flying down my viens fast and wild


























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ski ing down the slopes
 as they disappear
things are getting hotter
hotter every year


fire in the night sky
plasma in the the air
aurora borealis
milky way just stares

caliving birthing cooling warming
halfing folding waving warning
 water will reign here again.


a hundred thousand walrus
perish on the shore
a hundred thousand refugees
fleeing from a war.

ski on brother, down slopes
that melt away beneath you
o my sister queen your hopes
dash on reefs bequeathed you


caliving birthing cooling warming
halfing folding waving warning
 water reigns on high again.