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You, don't know what happens when, (I) close the door |
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And furniture comes warm, out to greet me, look |
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Showing with pride, daze, dust |
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And imaginary hug on non-conscious brush |
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Things are better now |
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I adore these, walls as they reveal, supple roots |
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And vibrant flooring, he's home |
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Seems to penetrate very fabric of the roof above me |
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As panels seal (ceiling) seal (ceiling) peels |
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Back the sky so beautiful with knife |
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Famous purple clouds and mid-light |
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Ash black sweeps the character away |
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A truly awesome, sight |
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Outside, makes room and weep for it |
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The amazing thing is with secrets unfolding |
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Abound, on ground I can only see the light |
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And thus the moon burns and it tolerates magicals got some inspring |
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To be or not, join the miraculous now transpiring |
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That is the, who's flame is it for me to not feed |
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So my relief becomes my gallion and my poon becomes my bloom |
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This place has always been an ocean, always been a song |
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[Slug] |
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I got a liter of Knob Creek & bottle of Ether |
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Got the second Mobb Deep creeping out of the speakers |
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Would prefer to sit home and drink 'cause it's cheaper |
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Why you trying to hide the eggs girl, you think that it's Easter? |
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Got time to kill, got kills to time |
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Prescription filled, I got pills to climb |
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Got the firearm ready to rob convenience stores |
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Got charm baby gonna recruit a team of whores |
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Got hopes and dreams of no in betweens |
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[Sole chanting] |
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I've got hopes and dreams of no in betweens |
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Good swing keep losing the fall in the green |
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Good thing most my friends live inside my head |
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'Cause now I'm never alone, when I lie in bed |
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Got truth can't recall where I put it |
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Maybe someone took it, mistook it for value and thought they wanted it |
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Gone with the wind and the rain all that remains is a subtle taste of sin |
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Laced with grins and astonishment |
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Don't believe in monsters...I know 'em |
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Because they dwell in my heart and raise hell in my emotions |
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If there ever was a reason to live it'd be to die |
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Now hold still let me wipe the fear out of your eye |
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[Alias] |
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Darkness envelopes me, directly after eclipse |
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It couldn't a mind know, of my lower instincts begin to kick |
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At nothing, origin represents under my sleeping quarters |
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Not a noise is being made, but yet I sense that there's no order |
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Directly beneath my being I'm seeing, nothing but I can squint |
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But there's commotion taking place I should check, but I don't give |
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Worked up the courage, after much debating |
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I proceeded to slowly creep in a reverse vertical |
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Because I felt I needed, to make the confirmation |
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Pulled out my coffin, saw a nation of creatures |
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In different forms I couldn't fight this sensation |
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They had their re-appearances in their own separate ways |
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But all had the same familiar faces I've been staring at for days |
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[Sole] |
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That goes the cause here to hear him scratching |
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Calling me names, calling me out my name |
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Attractive not wallpaper, my wallpaper is turned to a piss yellow tint |
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The post is a prank, all the faces are gone |
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The bodies are dancing, taunting me in spirit |
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The sounds are everything, but I can hear sarcasm in the lyrics |
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All the pics in my frames been replaced mirror, glass and slate |
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Some of 'em are see-through reflect on the ceiling but can't relate |
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And after all this time, my roses that I've stepped on |
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My chattered tores are now weapons of mass destruction |
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Talked and feel the oxygen of opposite in the combines of a quilt comforter |
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It's safe and pretty |
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Thunder cockroaches are jabbing me with toothpicks |
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I tried to scream but I'm left, voiceless and toothless |
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Virtually useless and it's messed with my head |
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Thousand chatter tensions bench around the singing fire |
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For the stupidest things I've ever said |
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Gnawing at my flesh, collecting underneath my bed |
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Intercepting to form a hawking mess |
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A mammoth in a sense, jacking like an attitude |
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Weaving me in a web, leaving me for dead |
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Believe in me, could bet the joy of life |
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To where I belong, to where I belong |
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And exist like this forever, why do they never turn the light on? |
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And why do they always leave the night on |
