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I’m a Builder
I’m a Sailor
I’m the warmth in your refrigerator
The Curzon.. dos amigos.. I will suck the cold and heat you up..


There is something I cannot describe,
Heard somebody say- words they resonate.
All these things that have blistered your eyes and mind,
Turn that heavy page, call on yesterdays.

Hang on to the matches,
Empty paper needs a pen,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.
Puzzles need the pieces,
Tyre needs a road to tread,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.


Wearing shoes- it makes you brave,
and treading carefully is yesterdays news,
although you want to watch out for those rusty nails-
they’ll puncture your sole..


There is something I cannot describe,
Heard somebody say- words they resonate.
All these things that have blistered your eyes and mind,
Turn that heavy page, call on yesterdays.

Hang on to the matches,
Empty paper needs a pen,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.
Puzzles need the pieces,
Tyre needs a road to tread,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.

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from Habanero EP, released May 26, 2015
Music- OMITBA
Lyrics- Platt/Hulbert

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