Outside, feet going in the wind
Garret, rob it, a ray gun thief
Run for your life feet on the ground
Master of resorb so let it bleed
Outside, not arise
Gallant, a saywer, and he’ll cut a better stripe
Blood lake, no destruct
Bloody alligator gotta pricket free

Out of the way the rhinal way
Lies to live this talent way
Lotta rivals strike and pray
Auto lift and lie

Staring far away
Stars fall sideways
Waking again
See the sky rage

You cannot kill him with ghosts
Cite the hoard, demon green

Hanging, depending on nothing ever been
Out of line middle age
Dig it got it loaded truck
Last flight, never gain
Head spinning, what was in that thing
Death flight, lying to the right
Croydon, and I have got another day

Out of the way flies of grey
Fire the engine right away
Get in line, the bluffing road
Bitter toss today

You cannot kill him, they’re falling around him,
and bounding right off him
These things just trail him are ghosts!

Out of the window you can feel him
Out of the window you can see him; you can be him
You cannot kill him with ghosts

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