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"i tippy-toe across your dream each night, |
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so as not to wake you." |
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sole: |
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odd mannerisms, strictly cultured, |
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with a compilation contorted jigsaw puzzle. |
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these shoes were made to tip-toe through and leave a mark, |
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this is the starting point for all my future works. |
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before deep puddle, i was a bead of inspiration, |
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now i get an iceberg slim human piano slash orchestra. |
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playing myself for all my favorite enemas, |
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everything cons, study, and miniscule minds, |
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take the time to be a better part. |
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"i tippy-toe across your dream each night, |
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so as not to wake you." |
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alias: |
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that voice, that voice is my constant awakening on the hour, |
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every hour i spring to a 90 degree angle in a cold sweat, |
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returning to that not so comfortable self-esteem, it's next to nothing. |
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non-existent security tugs at my soul |
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and makes me think more about my self-worth. |
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i splash water on my face to try and wash away my disconnections. |
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this infection is killing me slowly, |
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slip back in my slumber only to hear it once again. |
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"i tippy-toe across your dream each night, |
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so as not to wake you." |
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slug: |
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awoken to self, chokin' a bad dream, |
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no vaccine but to stare and breathe the air. |
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vision the pattern to listen to my woes, |
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and i suppose to burst reaction 'til the thirst for answers. |
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lanterns and lightbulbs, cycles to cover |
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the odors of lost lovers' aromas. |
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hang loose like the coma induced, |
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produce seduction and found my true function. |
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"i tippy-toe across your dream each night, |
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so as not to wake you." |
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sole, alias, and slug: |
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multiple personalities, a four-headed beast, |
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caught in between a brief freedom release. |
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as lost as your cause, walking through water and walls, |
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until we crash and desolve and martyr our flaws. |
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sole: |
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it ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time. |
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alias: |
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it ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time. |
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slug: |
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it ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time. |
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sole, alias, and slug: |
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it ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time. |
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sole: |
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it ain't all time, it's confusion and a waste of love. |
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alias: |
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it ain't all waste, it's confusion and some time to love. |
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slug: |
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it ain't all confusion, it's love and some time to waste. |
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dose one: |
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it ain't all that...it's all of the above... |
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so...scared into this, and you are, |
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and you wonder from the shores how deep the puddle is. wet... |
