I did my best, but there were still some parts I couldn't entirely understand. maybe
You will have a better time figuring it out.
You know I walk the streets of gold,
And I can't find my babies bones
It was two flukes of the nose?
That take me down to my lowest home
And you don't mind where I go
Somewhere in my wings
I found my home
It's made of whithers? and pins
And I'm returning again
And my dreams are made of ghost skins
When I wake up in my dark places
And I reach for the messy faces
That take me down to my favorite ride
Oh I am blossoming down
And I stay down here
When dreams cloud my mind
To take me away this time
You know I walk the streets of gold and I
Can't find my babies bones
It was two flukes of the nose?
That take me down to my lowest home
And you don't mind where I go
Somewhere in the wings
I found my home
It's made of whithers? and pins
And I'm returning again
Oh I am blossoming down
And I stay down here
When dreams cloud my mind
To take me away this time
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