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his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
Yeah

The tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
You want to take her
ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you
his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with
ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you
how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her
Uh huh 
Is y'all ready? 
Is y'all ready?? 

[Chorus: x2] 
Holla! 
If you real and you know you a G 
Holla! 
Deep in these streets when you
o' Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.

The wee birdies sing and the wild
the past
It's women to call
There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
There's stories to tell, we been through it all
Interviews are like confessions
the past
It’s women to call
There’s albums to drop, there’s liquor involved
There’s stories to tell, we been through it all
Interviews are like confessions
tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
Yeah

The tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
You want to take her with you
To the hard land
Purple and scarred
Is the color that will be on my heart, my heart, my heart
When you are done and dustin' with me
I fall apart when I watch you
his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with
em
And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
Am
Over the purple moor
F		 c	 e	 am
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
F		 see
Yes,
Gardenia
Where are you?
Black goddess in a shabby raincoat
Where are you tonight?
Cheap purple baby-doll dress
A gardenia in your hair
Much
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me

I was walking around the flower show like
of Ben Lomond.
Where deep in purple hue, the highland hills we view.
And the Moon coming out in the gloamin'.

[Chorus]

The wee birdies sing
living death by gravity 
couldn't stand it anymore 
we'll sail our ships to distant shores 

purple gold and blue 
living colors every hue 
flowers
Walking down an alley
Deep in blue neon
A dead end for today
Under skyways worn

Concrete from far below
Rising up above
Surrounded by shadows
of purple fantasy

You've touched me by your heart
You did it from the start

And all because of sensuality.
How dreary was my life before your time !
o' Ben Lomond. 
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view, 
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.

The wee birdies sing and the wild
The road now leads onward
As far as can be
Winding lanes
And hedgerows in threes
By purple mountains
Round every bend
All roads lead to you
There is
away
Sleep with that purple by her side
Now she's seeing strobe light
Her last man did her wrong
And he left her mind gone
She's just fading away
Till
Ha, T-Raww, f*** y'all, money talk, dick large
Tyga in my backyard, b****es on my Footon
Dog house, no dog, shoot out Chris Paul
Walkin'
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me

I was walking around the flower show like
o' Ben Lomond. 
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view, 
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.

The wee birdies sing and the wild