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So I do believe, none of this is physical |
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At least not to me |
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So, I do believe |
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That anywhere it goes |
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It's always with me |
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It's not the dream |
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That makes you weak |
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It's not the night that makes you sleep |
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But it's a voice, and it's a choice |
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To call you out, or stay at home |
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So, I do believe |
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None of this is physical |
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At least not to me |
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So I do believe |
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That anywhere it goes |
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It's always with me |
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It's not the beast, it's not the sheets |
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So soft and warm, all over me |
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But it's the touch, you need so much |
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To move around on this green earth |
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Take your money and your drugs |
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Take your money and your drugs |
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To anyone who wondered |
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What old jebus meant to me |
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Take him out to go diving |
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In red patoka sea |
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The brain melts in the twilight |
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With the boar and moving trees |
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Your skin looks good in moonlight |
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And Goddamn those shaky knees |
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The fact that my heart's beating |
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Is all the proof you need |
