Human patterns
Wedding marches
Bouncing babies
Fallen arches
Oh let them fall, let them fall
Your guard and your clothes
Let them fall
Itt cry
I wont
I was looking for a nail
To catch my clothing
And my imagination
Oh let it pull let it run
To leave me completely undone
Itt cry
I wont
What time wont be kept
The bus was late
We celebrate
The bus conductress weeping
At the terminus
Itt cry
I wont

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