Prehistoric Love from Funeral Tropicana by Lesser Strays

What must I say? What must I bleed? When I talk loud and they walk from me. All who I know, they walk like sheep all in someone else’s dreams. If you call in the afternoon, I’ll sing you a sad simple tune. One of magic mystery in an autumn night and a singing moon. All I wanted, oh it could never be true. We’ve just wasted time, all of us wasted fools. All the damn books I ever did read were always caked in tragedy. So if you must go, please wear a frown. Show me that I’m going down. All we wanted, it’s too much and more. Anyway we’re evil. What do you think we deserve more for? All of the love I ever did need forgot to crawl out of the sea, walk on the shore with opening eyes, feel the wind, see the sky, evolve into a fantasy, now dream the dream so tenderly.

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