.Yeah, all the stars drip down like butter,
And promises sleep,
We hold up our hands, we lift our pans to catch them,
We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up.
Hey, let me in.
Hey, let me in.
I only wish that I could hear you whisper down,
Mr Fisherman, to a less peculia.
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