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Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups |
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That tie around a figure that was planted in the snow. |
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And often is the case that you have set yourself |
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Specific goals you spaz out in mid sentence and you |
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Mind is gripped in fear. |
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Fear |
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I know you're board, |
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Lets take a walk. |
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We'll bring the dog, |
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Dear |
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Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all that's |
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Black and futuristic sea creatures that |
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Nibble at your toe. |
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A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime, a |
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Patch of white, a path through time |
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That's held like that because you're board |
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Board |
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We're better off, |
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Well shake that cough, |
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It's not so bad, |
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Ok, it's worse. |
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So keep your bread and mandolins, your fiddles and |
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Kept up with those you love because the benefits are |
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Great. |
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The rinse you find the path you grind distorted like a |
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Condiment or feisty cast of characters, de facto , sans |
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Secure. |
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If god begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren |
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Into birthdays into cardinals, and liars. |
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Don't take it off |
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Pleases leave it on |
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There is a place |
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I have a twitch |
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There is a moustache |
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There is a cap |
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There is a wreck |
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There is a house, What's wrong with that |