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Pedro The Lion

Arizona curled up with California Then she tried to hide the whole thing from New Mexico Who knew before he saw them making out in Yuma That she was loving

At least in my dreams When I'm sleeping it seems That the needle is full endlessly But you keep on waking me I'm almost there It's on the tip of my tongue

Be Thou my vision O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me Save that Thou art Thou my best thought By day or by night Waking or sleeping Thy presence

A sinking feeling has been lurking at your door That it is real you can't deny you must ignore Sing like the angel that you know you'll never be And

I saw in your bedroom The drawers had been emptied Looking for answers But you won't admit it now You don't need a reason That's what you tell me But

You said that you would not love me last summer And you said that you would not love me last spring But I hoped that you would change your mind by autumn

I'm feeling independent I made it through another day, having a wonderful time I haven't felt the sickness I think I may have scared it away, looks like

Having no idea that his youngest son was dead The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed In the shadow of the mountain as the cattle

I want to fly this helicopter. And will it be enough? Me and my wings are very fragile. And is that what you want? And I'm so scared that I might crash