Текст песни Axilla, Pt. 2 - Phish
                                                Summer 
                                                sitting 
                                                out 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                pool
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                ray 
                                                of 
                                                sunshine 
                                                getting 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Close 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                wish 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                were 
                                                cool, 
                                                everyday
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                it 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                what's 
                                                dissolved 
                                                ain't 
                                                coming 
                                                back 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                Close 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                wish 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                were
 
                                    
                                
                                                Close 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                wish 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                were
 
                                    
                                
                                                Axilla 
                                                axilla 
                                                axilla 
                                                axilla
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                understood 
                                                what 
                                                my 
                                                body 
                                                was 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                why, 
                                                    I 
                                                always 
                                                leave 
                                                it 
                                                layin' 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shape 
                                                    a 
                                                curiosity, 
                                                where 
                                                different 
                                                faces 
                                                fit 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tracing 
                                                my 
                                                image 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                pass 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                from 
                                                slip 
                                                to 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                line 
                                                    I 
                                                trace 
                                                begins 
                                                to 
                                                weave
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tangled 
                                                web 
                                                from 
                                                wall 
                                                to 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Julius
2 If I Could
3 Riker's Mailbox
4 Axilla, Pt. 2
5 Lifeboy
6 Sample In A Jar
7 Wolfman's Brother
8 Scent Of A Mule
9 Dog Faced Boy
10 Demand
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