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Noah You or Me - My Sister Grenadine
Written by：Vincenz Kokot
And the see you at the center of the periphery
With some middle aged hipsters suffering from their recipes
How come
You know the best friend's nicknames
And I swear I could hunt that great onion down
It seems tough
It seems crucial and
It makes us frown
Would you notice
Which spring keeps spilling kerosene
So his arms they were tied
To a white plastic chair was traveling
Pillow keeps flying through a concrete air
While they suppose
That's how things should be
A boat
A whale
A person
In a walnut scale
I know
That there is life
Beyond this balcony
And I meet you on the corner of that
Circle at high noon
To where some former volunteers escaped from their storage rooms
And one of them
Would like to give a speech
About our cherry flavored bruises constant oxygen abuses
All those narrow minded diseases and his doctoral thesis
Let's stir them up he said
Spread them among
The beasts
And did you find out that for years I lived
On a shelf in your garage
A swallowed tiny glimpse of precious sabotage that doubted you
Not to mention your beliefs
Electric birds
Eclectic trees
A roller coaster
You or me
It's truth there is small
And a singnal studio
