I can't believe how time reveals blank spaces
I fell alright, I just feel blank
The apple of the insulation pipe and velocity races
I love the death of summer, plastic smiles and empty faces
We all love the Three Graces, watch them dance
With my ex lover, he collect the rubbish in
Skip it for the easy option rubbish clearance
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I can't believe how time reveals blank spaces
I feel alright, I just feel blank
With the moon so close it means so much that it touches my face
Drone bees buzzing around but we love them always
And depends on nonsense for any sense of sanity in relation to the waves
