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Eat. Defecate. Sleep. Procreate. ****. |
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Metaphorical bricks that need climbing through, |
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And not flying that trip but preparing to. |
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But how long can you sit and wait, before it's too late, |
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Because I've seen it too late. |
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Shit! |
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Keep face 'til there's an intervention, |
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Keep face and push to get a mention. |
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The space that breaks inside and mesmerized. |
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It's ecstasy and then it will die. |
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It's ecstasy and then it dies. |
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Watching the sound |
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As it's lifted from the ground. |
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Surrounded by the objects that they've put in place. |
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Watching the sound, |
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It all comes crashing down. |
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Now you're creating the wall, |
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Breaking the space. |