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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
Well, I'm deep down

I saw you baby in the corner of my eye
You were looking oh so fine
You drove by me in a purple Cadillac
Heading for a friend
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
Cant understand some of these 
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees 
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
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
a little higher
Slowly makin' circles through the purple sky until
You could barely see 'em wavin' there on Reggabilly Hill

Ocean deep mountain high
Just you and me so we can see
If this thing was meant to be

I know it's no coincidence or just by chance
We crossed each other's paths
Somehow
stream,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the deep pool, where the fish wait,
For the old fool, with the wrong bait.
There's a field of purple clover;
stream,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the deep pool, where the fish wait,
For the old fool, with the wrong bait.
There's a field of purple clover;
the summer of my dreams,
By the deep pool where the fish wait for the old fool with the wrong bait,
There's a field of purple clover, there's a small cloud
hawk
All on the ground alive
Take a swig of moonshine
Listen to the madness whine
Andalucian
Andalucian
Sunflowers
Bulls and purple bees
Listen
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
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)

Deep in black roses
Dateless
a-glimmer
And noon, a purple glow
And evening full of linnet's wings

I will arise
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I will arise and go
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
from over-stimulation, inflammation

by my reckoning you now have five seconds before lapsing into a coma
tick this box to indicate you're a donor
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
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
fallen leaves
He can't believe, how he'd sunken so low, So he learned to live with his injured pride
His purple heart hidden, deep inside, The only reward,
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
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 !