Transitions

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun
 The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done
 Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun
 Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son
 And he says
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 Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun
 The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done
 Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun
 Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son
 And he says
 ♪
 Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun
 The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done
 Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun
 Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son
 And he says