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Until the Ocean...

This song has been floating around in my mind since I first heard it, resurfacing every once in awhile. Until we meet in Olympus!

Fits of inspiration, cryin fingers
A puppet with no nails that will beg no more
Chartreuse regalia, she's a rock 'n' roll refugee
Her glowing diamond head will rest away
Oh mercy me. Do I enjoy these games?
Why did I chase her and why did she stay?
And if you were my friend, I'd give you the ball on every play
Until the ocean, yeah
And if you were my friend, I'd give you the ball on every play
Until the ocean calls my name
I lost my heartbeat, child, to a cryin' girl in the rain
Picture you in love with a chance to fly away
Oh merciful youth, so long and so true
A true french girl that looks a lot like you
And if you were my friend, I'd give you the ball on every play
Until the ocean
And if you were my friend, I'd give you the ball on every play
Until the ocean
And if you were my friend, I'd give you the ball on every play
Until the ocean, yeah
And if you were my friend, I'd give you the ball on every play
Until the ocean calls my name

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    White pleasure powder-drug of the rich
    Ride high the body train-and never look back
    Blonde plastic ego-the king of no taste
    Nobodys lover (at least noone I know)
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