Here you go. In conjunction with Indie Interviews podcast, it's Vox Trot with the start of something.

This is the end of just the start of something. Really, really beautiful, wrapped up in disguises. Something really, really ugly, won't you?

Don't buy and see me, I'm a lot better away. I break your name before I say, I really love you. Love you, no, I don't care if you so.

I watch the movie and show film, flash across the room with pictures. I loved it, loved it, no, I don't care if you think I'm here to shut your eyes.

Well, I'm sorry, everybody knows you can't break you with your cut of clothes. I want you to believe that she's sending me a letter.

Bring it near the waist, hit down, she's got another boy, oh boy, steady your ears, steady your ears, leave my lips, poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home.

And when I'm really here, won't you claim to me, that it's not a local animal, for maybe a woman is real.

I heard you, inside your room, it's actually never really lived, so your box again, for you, is it really me?

No, I never break my case, I could just say this is God, but they reflected in your eyes. I think it's time to go home.

And when I'm really here, won't you claim to me, that it's not a local animal, for maybe a woman is real.

And when I'm really here, won't you claim to me, that it's not a local animal, for maybe a woman is real.

Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty, say there's a place where I seem to sleep.

She said, oh my, for this is red, it's my blood, will you join me for another round?

I haven't had this chance to speak yet, Godspeed.

I take the law once every week to feel your touch, what's the foot to you in the back?

Do you feel better, all the sad dishes makes me ill you name it, just in front of my pen, so you're not around tickles.

I got a chopper, God knows it, I'm still under you.

I know you were a fool, I know you were a fool, I know you're a fool.

But I'm so stupid, I know you are stupid, I know you were a fool, I know you're stupid, I know you're stupid.

Oh, tell me your thoughts on liberty, say there's a place where I seem to sleep.

I take the law once every week to feel your touch, what's the foot to you in the back?

Do you feel better, all the sad dishes makes me ill you name it, Godspeed.

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