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Sunny days wingfull Like milkshakes from the diner girl Indication of something little more bright Clouds I have a fungus for Showing of a common storm It's electricity in our sky Tonight, tonight And icing on the cake is such a saturated type of love Cover for a something a little far apart And her lipstick on your skin it indicates I'm falling in And if only they made makeup for my heart, my heart And roll on into second wave but tall-ions Cause I never saw it coming the ambushes militia Of battles of love in my living room for you Sounded like a spelling bee A honey comb of empathy A twist and turn rather burn just like Joan of Arc Black and white prison stripes I wear them like my badge of pride Chained to you from my outside the inside of my light And roll on into second wave but tall-ions Cause I never saw it coming the ambushes militia Of battles of love in my living room for you Where are my marshals So I can bounce on back to you Cause the good kinda cool You're the good kinda fool I'm used to you Sunny days are wingfull Like milkshakes from the diner girl |