ruddy man temple
clean slate baby
father's gone and died
i'm gonna build you a place
we're gonna grow inside
we'll journey to the white city
in 1885
rubble only charmed the sky
after kitty caught my eye
until the ceilings ceased to climb
and i was no longer satisfied
with boxes and boxes and boxes
in the prairieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
missionary baby
we're gonna end the time
i'm tellin you, this space
golden greens and modern minds
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