Transcription: Tear the ground, we're right The ramp is overdue It's good to be alive The roof is big and true Fourteen missing floorboards Fifty frantic far out my spillover The middle of the west wind is also the day My next agenda is empty in the morning I love the jingle, for it keeps on coming to me It really is a shame Friday through July It's the nicest day of all It's time to rise to the shine Because we must let them go The old tin kettle's boiling And Murray's joined us for a run Breakfast too. The little room I saw your windows at today, my legs were jamming back to you in the rain. I often dream ...
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