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Ed is a portal |
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Ed is a portal |
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And damned if we don't try |
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To sort of relinquish the reigns our |
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Brains their mass has gravity |
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Pulls us into and away from |
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Portals such as Fractal Ed's |
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Mysterioso displacement |
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Porportioned anti subtle bubble |
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Gun unarmed the torsos run but they |
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Cannot grasp, they're brainless foot fast |
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Past and present |
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Large and lovely |
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Static quagmire |
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Lonely loco |
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Taco truck of |
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Mind space plosives |
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Pliable and potable |
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Refillable reusable |
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Ed is a portal |
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Ed is a portal |
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And damned if we don't try |
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Now don't start that shit |
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That pit-er-pat bit bout |
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Shamanistic shaker spells and |
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Alpha beta grammar slides |
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Water belly floppy drivin |
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Stoneless skippin' Brother John the |
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Headless one bathes Baby J the |
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Chosen one a portal dripped down |
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From the sun, portals dripping |
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Liquidating |
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Hydrogen |
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Ballooning relief |
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(The) mountains are steep and |
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Our feet are wet |
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But then not yet |
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Our bellies changin' like |
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Leaves arranged and |
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Sent to loved ones |
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Once marked they've begun |
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To delineate and define space |
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Gracious gracefully we face up |
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To leaking sons and |
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Laser beam guns but |
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(Primordial mantelope) |
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Primordial man, the antelope hunter |
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Made his weapons out of sticks |
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Thinking drinking from the sun |
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Her moonbeams birth mercurial babies |
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Antelopes run free and the sea it returns me |
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To all of the places that I have known |
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Now that my body's grown the lonely heart poetry |
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Droning in hearts becomes songs that all objects |
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Sing to each other like friends telling stories |
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It's all the same story |
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And Ed is a portal |
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The immorals gently awaken |
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All possibilities open |
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Unto one another |
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And brothers and sisters begin |
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To see truly through strata |
