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A Great Big Pile Of Leaves

Mystery Of The Brain

snap out of it,

make a dash for it,

it's all in your head.

it's all in your head.

tip-toe up close enough to taste the weather...

we meant to get our feet wet,

but instead in we dove in our clothes and soaked from head to toe.

a blueish green,

silver glistening,

paint splattered past where the shadows casted...

we're drifting.

we're drifting.