DESCRIPTION:
"pickled tink"
They reunite and marry, hypnotized and scary, they theorize and riot then they super-size it.
They unpack their boxes, they attract fractals and foxes, and out the back door they track blood trails round in circles again.
Slide show Shifts and gazy, making hay and raising babies. Won't someone come and shake and wake her from her lazy daydreams.
Of piled maps and stacks of tiles, her past stored safe in vials, My God it's only trials and trials for miles and miles......
Em, c, g, f#/d
Gone girl gone , Gone where she's going.
Gone girl gone, she's gone were she's been.
Gone girl gone. Gnawing nets into nothing.
GONE girl gone. Now she's at it again.
He eats her up like pastries, buried up to his neck in daisies, investigates her every move, dissects her head 'til she can't move.
Fast asleep, forgets in churches, dreams he sees the marble perches. Panic sunk in Xanax, he can't have gotten far.
Sliced by sharp disillusions, she soaks sadly in solutions like recruiting magicians to lecture on pollution.
Still nothing takes the edge off, now the pressure vessels cooked. Operator error so hug the ledge or close the book.
Bridge: A7, C5, d5,
Now she's bananas but an hour ago
Pretty picture of a princess in perfect puppet show.
Fast forward avalanches sounding Amber alerts
The girl will turn up somewhere, just pray she's not hurt.

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