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Graduates of tablature, a bouquet of garages Put a snout to those mirages, inhaling till we bust I'm sixteen and I'm unit, our instruments can do it Every house show that we blew it, you couldn't get to us As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings Witness close distance with your loudest feelings Come free in camradery As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings Witness close distance with your loudest feelings Come free in camaraderie While the rapture is young Dote on the friends of your love The least we suffer is with each other Bedlam, but spun in a loom From silks of the Moon go the bands of my youth My loose performing body has all remaining moves Flaunting my camaraderie in groups As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings Witness close distance with your loudest feelings Come free in camaraderie As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings Witness close distance with your loudest feelings Come free in camaraderie While the rapture is young Dote on the friends of your love