| Ed is a portal
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| Ed is a portal
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| And damned if we don’t try
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| To sort of relinquish the reigns our
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| Brains their mass has gravity
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| Pulls us into and away from
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| Portals such as Fractal Ed’s
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| Mysterioso displacement
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| Porportioned anti subtle bubble
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| Gun unarmed the torsos run but they
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| Cannot grasp, they’re brainless foot fast
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| Past and present
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| Large and lovely
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| Static quagmire
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| Lonely loco
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| Taco truck of
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| Mind space plosives
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| Pliable and potable
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| Refillable reusable
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| Ed is a portal
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| Ed is a portal
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| And damned if we don’t try
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| Now don’t start that shit
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| That pit-er-pat bit bout
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| Shamanistic shaker spells and
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| Alpha beta grammar slides
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| Water belly floppy drivin
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| Stoneless skippin' Brother John the
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| Headless one bathes Baby J the
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| Chosen one a portal dripped down
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| From the sun, portals dripping
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| Liquidating
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| Hydrogen
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| Ballooning relief
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| (The) mountains are steep and
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| Our feet are wet
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| But then not yet
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| Our bellies changin' like
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| Leaves arranged and
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| Sent to loved ones
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| Once marked they’ve begun
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| To delineate and define space
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| Gracious gracefully we face up
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| To leaking sons and
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| Laser beam guns but
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| (Primordial mantelope)
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| Primordial man, the antelope hunter
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| Made his weapons out of sticks
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| Thinking drinking from the sun
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| Her moonbeams birth mercurial babies
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| Antelopes run free and the sea it returns me
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| To all of the places that I have known
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| Now that my body’s grown the lonely heart poetry
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| Droning in hearts becomes songs that all objects
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| Sing to each other like friends telling stories
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| It’s all the same story
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| And Ed is a portal
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| The immorals gently awaken
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| All possibilities open
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| Unto one another
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| And brothers and sisters begin
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| To see truly through strata |