Lyrics:
the garden woke to meet me From that height was a honeycomb Made of light from those funny homes, intersected Each enclosed, anelectric and alone In our
It's like cream button the womb You don't know what todo She's like an.....electric blue And if you don't watch out she'll get to you She's been
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