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Counting deer

Fellow Hollow
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Have my back Have your way with me I feel warm, all balled up in your hands of clay I think we will be so happy You taste like grape soda on the beach Half my life ago The cabana off Veranda Beach Where the bird erodes Born like a spore, like a stick bug on a corn I'm engine red I'm in control, very balled up Till I'm all consoled I think we will be so happy (We're there, broken salty air, we're In the tide, let's sink our chairs) (You've got ketchup in your hair) You taste like grape soda on the beach (We're there, broken salty air, we're In the tide, let's sink our chairs) (You've got ketchup in your hair) Lay me to sleep My old soul is dark and weak And if I die before I wake Deliver me whole to the strays on the bay We're there, broken salty air, we're In the tide, let's sink our chairs (Four hair, five heads, and evening) (You've got ketchup in your hair) We're there, broken salty air, we're In the tide, let's sink our chairs (Your white hair, crickets, and waves, bugs, we sleep) (You've got diamonds in your hair)