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The grave getting stuck in the machine
Picking slim, slimmer
I hear them say my
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm the boulder to my ear
And I can't hear
think I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another about angels
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey now...
If I hear another song about
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey
Oh get me whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you flushing toliet
I hear you turning thoughts off
I turn off too
The thing I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't right
And you don't sound and you don't sound right

My name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
Oh, I hear you your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's woke up in the morning
Heard the ring
And something deep of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her
So she lay there, the sun her skin,
And, and...drooling on her
daughter
And it was far and hazy like a dream
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

The grave getting stuck in the machine
getting slim, slimmer
I hear say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm putting the to my ear
And I can't hear
Whadya think I was an
with my temperature...

If I hear another about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey now...
If I hear another song angels
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me whisky, get me some whiskey now

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you your thoughts off
And I turn off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you sound right
And you don't good and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I live
I hear you taking out garbage
I hear you loving your
I you loving yourself too
I hear you your thoughts off
I hear you turning your off
It quiet...

As quiet as an checking out the neighborhood,
Waiting for the blade to slip and that blow,
But nothing happens, it's a joke
As ironic as a ticker tape over the rain forest,
As ironic as a ticker parade over my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...