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Tonight has a funny voiceLike doves, like devils
Like snakes and like kings
Tonight has the funniest voice
We're breathing, we're rolling
In the sand on the beach
Come, come be the one taking shape on the front lawn
As the heartrates and headaches fall somber and weep
Come, come be the one gliding past in the white shoes
Don't be afraid to unfold like a dove
The city has a rhythm
That I can't match my feet to
I think I'll go barefoot to catch the silver breeze
I sincerely miss sleeping with the window open
I think I will have a burn on my neck
I swear tonight I saw
Fireflies in their wineglasses