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Luke Temple
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Saturday People
Moving in units and dying alone Building a glass and glue gelatin throne Stuck in familiar; in milk and in bone And in warning We'll hit the sidewalk and turn on the heat Live for a moment and die so discreet Just like the clown who wore black to the beach Selling blood People, looking glass people, Saturday people Will live one final time -To reach,(holy calabaroo!) -Shaking the whitened hand,(holy calabaroo!)
Much more than we can love
Halos for maniacs bent out of shape Still they will circle the crystalline gates Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Along with the pirates who sailed there too late On a log I'll be here waiting, -for what? I don't know With hands like a fly trap and hair that won't grow A mescaline freak out in an off-Broadway show In the morning People, looking glass people, Saturday people Will live one final time -To reach,(holy calabaroo!) -Shaking the whitened hand,(holy calabaroo!) Much more than we can love (holy calabaroo!) Inches towards the beast,(holy calabaroo!) This is : instrumentation:
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