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It's a disease and they're all green. |
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It emminates from their being. |
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Agitation with occupation. |
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And like weeds with big leaves. |
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Stealing light from what's beneath. |
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Where they have more. Still they take more. |
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Course I know. Then I don't. |
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There's a stoway with my throat. |
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It's deceiving. I don't believe him. |
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We can scream out our doors. |
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Behind the wall a fat man snores. |
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In his dreams he's choking on leaves. |
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Well I guess there's nothing wrong with what you say. |
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But don't sell me, 'There can't be better ways.' |
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Tell the captain 'This boat's not safe, and we're drowning.' |
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Turns up he's the one making waves. Waves. Waves. |
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I said there's nothing wrong with what you say. |
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Believe me just asking you to sway. |
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No white or black just grey. |
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Can you feel this world with your heart and not your brain? |