| And the saints come marching in Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population
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| Caboose humming no fence me in a van with common patriots
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| The parody plastered every red brick in site
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| Where had to keep his plights from ticking
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| I’m slipping my key and whim dim by dirty tap water and that
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| Roach on my ceiling circular fins round a bed of pushpins
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| Let’s connect the thrill of volume to a flat earth
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| J-walkin a hook the past just passed the mere dragon bandwagon passages
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| I’m sorry, we’ve never met, my name is driftwood
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| Thanks friend, good looking, I’ll never see you again
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| Feeding frenzy, catfish stomach, empty oceans
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| Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the plank of burning books
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| And if you’re, not gonna eat that
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| Kill joy inherited by spirits lacking harnesses
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| Merchant, Goliath dipped in slip shy posture conceived evening
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| So I feed idea turn sun dial to bastards son adopt the reroute dreaming
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| Oh I’ll ride the plain bow in flare gully yellow rain coat
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| Heard a harp but sunny ways my lifeline searching for the same note
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| Oh please, I know butterfly wings ain’t fit to auction
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| Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung
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| Skylark litigants strung out like cats straight up participants
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| I am the triant diaries of a low life siphon through that vein
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| Anti-diligence movement, here the hunger habitat
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| Working class trash raped where racist hit their high
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| I spy a toddler on the corner with her bubbles and her dipstick
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| I witness the fusion of her breath and her amusement
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| And it killed me and it stabbed me and it cut me clear open
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| The notion that this child timid in her sins embraced pleasure
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| Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp
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| Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much closer
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| I’ll take the hint but still she’s never known cold
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| Call me in twenty when those bubbles explode it’s like that
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| Verse Two:
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| Back to back to back to stacking a brick match
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| With the fact that I’ve sipped the dripping sap tap
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| Casually out the limbs of captivated blends back
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| Tracking the patterns that trim friends to thinning savages
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| Take one down, pass it round among us Lick a tipper drink, drink, drunk, drunk, and drunkest
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| But you quest tore your floorboards and the carpet turned marbles
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| Naw the carpet turned charcoals and made skeletons of warlords
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| Snake charmer, hate farmer, gave you the rations
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| With an eyedropper a poison passions hoist above the masses
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| And interrupts homeostasis seeming flow scapes
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| Like a symmetric snow flake visits and with her symmetry blizzards
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| I’m sleepy, one wing more and I promise to pay homage
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| To those who stand truly deserving and the list ain’t long
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| Sink or swim, ravalor ascension
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| Even birds of our combines float if you let them
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| They’ll be dodging more than quiddles when the bowel breaks
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| Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into cloud shapes
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| Oh my left hand is a brick layer my right hand is a plow face
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| We build and destroy in response to every sound the crowd makes
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| Sling blanks sprayed it with apathy magic balance
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| On the palette of the almighty for painting the first half of me Honor find it with monster mashing in text casually
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| On the palette of the almighty to paint the second fraction
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| I’m collapsed under the relic rainbow with seven sepriet
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| Succulent aqua marines hide the in by sweetest elixir
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| Star heckler and leaders start gawking at yet another
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| Real conceived green fetus beating parallel sterile fixture
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| Urgent, the serge is like venom and over kill, kill, kill, kill
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| The over spilled theory’s all faucet
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| For real, how many leaves your clover got? |
| Mine’s got eight
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| Three for normalcy one for luck four more so you’ll spot it from space |