Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'
If you were standing on the corner staring straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ
One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong to me
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
vines
understand
twenty
trees
pillow
myself
today
easier
three
pockets
could
corner
bright
porch
rummage
below
buried
yesterday
walking
cockroach
sleeps
fruit
christ
viewed
armed
straight
climb
belong
sewage
building
maybe
roots
cheek
should
gonna
couple
sleep
stretch
question
piece
rubbish
shoes
staring
think
jesus
saturday
sells
growing
standing
shade
stories
these
together
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