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jets to brazil - milk and apples lyrics

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now she’s milk and she’s apples
you’re scotch and segregation
lips like mol-sses
you’re smiling saccharine sidewalks

crashing the car just to make a connection each week
greasing the palm of the grease monkey, keep it discreet

while she types and she answers
you pay for information
wonder what are the chances
just pray there’s conversation

taking your faith past her desk on a midday drive
radio filling, aborting the mission, drive by

you’re in the bathroom playing dead
i just know numbers now, i’m feeling
what am i feeling, what am i feeling?
i can’t cut though to you

caught yourself while undressing
nude in a cold reflection
hands probe, -ssessing
slow pills to change the painting

running the ship over rocks as the sirens sing storms
taking the water to heart as you make for the sh-r-

she’s milk and apples
and i’m on nine
she’s milk and apples
and i’m on nine, nine

- jets to brazil lyrics

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