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(Sample from Sing-A-Song) |
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"You can come, I'll leap right over |
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Any day you like |
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System 605, Union 91" |
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(Aesop) |
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I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects |
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Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched! |
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Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies |
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a grey so blueless it's got I fiendin for the sky. |
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Synthesized lies rise synthetic |
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Sittin' inside solidified plastics who's lateral burns germ compatible... |
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My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly |
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Yellow brick stalker walking shifty... |
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I am but a prototype Metroid programmed to Holocaust style |
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while you're soakin' in the stages of denial. |
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Your petty soldiers seem fragile like Giacometti sculptures, |
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embedded in aromatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures |
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Plus I's the guise of rowin' a soul. |
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My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles. |
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Berserk! |
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Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it. |
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Stripping, color my passion mitigated; |
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I'm Slipping... |
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(Ann Colville) |
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You always seem like a small grey cat to me |
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Sleepin underneath the silvery moon... |
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Paws curled beneath your head |
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'til the sun came round just around noon. |
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And you would greet me, purring in your doorway, |
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Drawing up your tail around my hips |
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And I would go to your mouth wide open, |
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waitin' for my language to come from your lips... |
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And I move you. |
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And you like it. |
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Just enough |
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To let me. |
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But I hate you... |
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Cause you're lonely. |
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And you know how |
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To forget me... |
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(Aesop) |
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For the love of my personal practice I reside |
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where obstructive fluxes and societal withdrawl collides. |
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Slide fuel by the fury |
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Spun a ring around my honor |
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but the opulence took shelter in my horror. |
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Melancholy masquerade |
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Cast amongst the braiding of belligerence |
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and blazing terror that blew the lock down off my placement. |
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I stay special agent till the sky falls |
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Reverse the curse till my fellow lost children disperse |
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(Ann Colville) |
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And your footsteps leading down the pathway |
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never seem to be quite like my own... |
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Your mind is smokey circles |
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it blinded me till I turned towards home... |
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And you would watch me far in the distance |
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hands held high above your head. |
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I only leave the territory when there's nothing left to be said. |
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And I move you. |
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And you like it. |
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Just enough |
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To let me. |
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But I hate you... |
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Cause you're lonely... |
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And you know how |
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To forget me... |
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(Sample from Sing-A-Song) |
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"You can come, I'll leap right over" |
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(Aesop) |
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I make music and connect color to canvas, |
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swoop down from the trees with potpourris and other bandits. |
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Landed randomly upon the valleys of the grimace, |
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saw my planted leaf start burnin from the oustide in. |
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Meaning your clout lies thin; |
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Salt prep the blades prior to five phase in my ever changin underworld. |
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Serate a day to decorate a traitor |
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That sting never fades like belly wounds from sling blades |
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Follow my portion, Im gonna swallow distortion and spit the filter. |
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(Sample (Sing-A-Song High Tone Voice) |
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"You can come, I'll leap right over |
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Any day you like |
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System 605, Union 91" |
