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Now it's day and I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue |
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I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm |
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Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before |
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Now I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores |
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It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light |
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Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite |
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"What's the day?" "Whats you doing?" |
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"How's your mood?" "How's that song?" |
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Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone |
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And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired |
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It's family beaches that I desire |
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A sacred night, where we'll watch the fireworks |
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The frightened babies poo |
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They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored why |
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They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes. |
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I've been eating with a good friend who said |
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"A Genii made me out of the earth's skin" |
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But in spite of her she is my birth kin, she spits me out in her surely blood rivers |
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All the people life lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish |
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If elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after the world with the shivers. |
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"What's the day?" "Whats you doing?" |
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"How's your food?" "How's that song?" |
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Man it passes right by me it's behind me, now it's gone |
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I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire |
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That sacred night where we watched the fireworks |
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They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes |
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And if they are color blind, they make me feel, that you're only what I see sometimes |
