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I'm twice born, once and seven something |
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Once is the resurrection of honorable function |
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Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor |
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Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture |
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The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment |
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Was, is, and forever will be a luxury |
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I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document |
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Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant |
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(Verse One) |
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I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification |
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Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze |
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Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee |
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Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city |
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Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out? |
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On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs |
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I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest |
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Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess |
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With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button |
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Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function |
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With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath |
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Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence |
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I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids |
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With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second |
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What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend |
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Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent |
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Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear |
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Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair |
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My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly |
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So every second the discontent's locked accordingly |
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Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition |
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And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon |
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Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser |
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Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the |
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Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned |
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Never set a grin and fly health |
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Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics |
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I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible |
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I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch |
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Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, |
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It's like the day the great oak met the saw mill |
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A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper |
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At the hand of what man's hand jokes |
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My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh |
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I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half |
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Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major |
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Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease |
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I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome |
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You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone |
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Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush |
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And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something |
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Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment |
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Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening |
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On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped |
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In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it |
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Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God? |
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(Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?) |
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What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television? |
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(Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?) |
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I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin' |
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(Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance) |
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I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast? |
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(Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money) |
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Let's fly a kite (Let's burn the generals) |
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Let's sell lemonade (Let's drink) |
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Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink |
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(Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy) |
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Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy |
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(Verse Two) |
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I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter |
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When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin |
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I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit |
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Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since |
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Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon |
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The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it |
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I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling |
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Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping |
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My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin |
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One must pardon yee old common street detour |
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Weaving graceful through the prom directed column |
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Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom |
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Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud |
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But that's got a ring to it so my soil welcomes the flood |
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I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke |
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And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked |
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Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft? |
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After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1, |
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Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell |
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I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt |
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Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton, |
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Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants |
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Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence |
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I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well |