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Weekend Players - Transitions lyrics
Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun.
The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done.
Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun.Weekend Players - Transitions - http://motolyrics.com/weekend-players/transitions-lyrics.html
Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son.
And he says...