Tantrum Barb Lyrics

	There on the threshold below to the garden
	In front of the rest of the city that ends at the
	Banks of the river and stretches back to me and
	Holds a square patch of backyard where
	I’m looking at
	Bunches of children, some fixed at their parents,
	Take colorful strings draped cross branches of lemon and
	Orange emit from the ends of it seem like
	A galaxy cupped in a leafy red canopy (And I feel the breezes blow, pushing storms on my arms, I'm out on the tips of spires, you can stare into the sea)

	There on the threshold below to the garden
	In front of the rest of the city that ends at the
	Banks of the river and stretches back to me and
	Holds a square patch of backyard where
	I' m looking at
	Bunches of children, some fixed at their parents,
	Take colorful strings draped cross branches of lemon and
	Orange emit from the ends of it seem like
	A galaxy cupped in a leafy red canopy And I feel the breezes blow, pushing storms on my arms, I' m out on the tips of spires, you can stare into the sea

	There on the threshold below to the garden
	In front of the rest of the city that ends at the
	Banks of the river and stretches back to me and
	Holds a square patch of backyard where
	I' m looking at
	Bunches of children, some fixed at their parents,
	Take colorful strings draped cross branches of lemon and
	Orange emit from the ends of it seem like
	A galaxy cupped in a leafy red canopy And I feel the breezes blow, pushing storms on my arms, I' m out on the tips of spires, you can stare into the sea

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