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Verse One: |
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The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season |
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I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked the stroke of tardy planting |
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And the crops we'd have harnessed mid |
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November Had only brushed the blossom bracket, then soon sacrificed |
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Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit |
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I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses |
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Where the planted tunnel passed after the rains had run their courses |
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But alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass |
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Offered distort support of one tall glass of nauseous |
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And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers |
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When they know atop the food chains |
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I could spot biters for acres |
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Now be gracious, these minstrels turned a bully cycle civil |
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By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels |
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Yelp, bringing the self-styled freedom brigade investors |
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In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors |
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Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs |
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So stick it further down, we'll let |
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Dante decide which ring |
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I'm on Nova, the elders took positions and advanced march |
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Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now |
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I'm like Point: |
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I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads |
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Counterpoint: |
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During my famine |
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I never got broke your bread |
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Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit |
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These 'tensils need soaking before |
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I hand out token "Shut the fuck up" drama like |
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Kabuki with a heart of dirt |
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Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth, it hurts |
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Chorus: Must not sleep must warn others |
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Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers |
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I milk my habitat for almost everything |
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I want Sometimes |
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I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut |
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And I'm like must not sleep must warn others |
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Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers |
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I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine |
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But it's ridiculous at times that's why |
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I tore 'em with this warning |
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Verse Two: |
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Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles |
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Free masons adjacent to pacing on pins and needles |
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Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream |
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In a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine |
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I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time |
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Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifelines |
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A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion |
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To salute the moon above paradise lost and you're a spectator |
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Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul |
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Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit, lick my knuckles clean |
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Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned |
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Now what's your poison? |
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Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser |
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Sip it clean, savor the taste, then sit and dream later |
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The eyelids pivot back upon their hinges twenty miles |
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Across the glassy eyed window of wonders to pass him by |
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Now I'm six foot four with a sixth-floor walk-up just to recline |
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With no free time, the alarm storms at nine |
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My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir |
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Sir do you mind if |
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I breathe sir oh you do? |
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Well excuse me sir fuck you |
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I breathe slow, |
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I'm running with these fantastic amalgams |
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Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums |
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Security's the javelin, catch it; labor |
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Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since |
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Chorus: Must not sleep must warn others |
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Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers |
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I milk my habitat for almost everything |
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I want Sometimes |
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I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut |
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And I'm like must not sleep must warn others |
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Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers |
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I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine |
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But it's ridiculous at times that's why |
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I tore 'em with this warning |
