| One breath
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| As I sit and smell the flowers, the berries, the very fern that will
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| Excrete this aroma as I sit at the ferry terminal
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| With the sky above, my eye moved towards it
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| I soaked up an image, freezeframed the portrait
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| An instant, turned into an ocean of eternity
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| It’s Vincent, filled with this emotion that is burning me
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| For what I saw before me needs no explanation
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| She just riveted my lungs there was no exhalation
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| So many questions darted through my frozen, pondering mind
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| My interest had arisen from her fondling spines
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| And I must confess, that I am so impressed with the way she strides
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| And the way she sighs and the way she glides
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| With those dreamers eyes
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| It’s more than just a term that lies between her thighs
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| And through these beer bottle flavours in my life
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| I see clear what can neighbour with my slice of bliss
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| The dormant evil that awaits in the grunge
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| Only to emerge after you have taken the plunge
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| And I don’t understand how a serpent has a heart
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| While I’m just a man, a merchant with his cart
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| And all I wanna do is barter a mere couple of phrases
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| I admit this is the clear trouble with gazes
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| To decode this combination, she’s the glitch in my system
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| From chaos to what is simple, it’s the hitch of encryption
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| It’s the pursuit of the chase, it’s the fun of the catch
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| To find that beautiful face, that lies under the latch
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| When you unlock the mystery, below undercover
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| You see the simple beauty in just getting to know one another
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| It’s like my motor, she can just soothe cool
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| But only a few fools, would ever risk it and look into those pupils
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| So I pluck my vocal chords, so I can sing to this butterfly
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| But I can’t utter my thoughts, and they reverse to see her flutter by.
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| Feel it in your chest, feel it in your heart
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| I need a place to lay, I need a place to start
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| If this ain’t it, you’ve been lying all along
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| Cause the path you laid girl, it only made me strong
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| Cause I was once a seed that needed, loving from the seasons feeded
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| Off your stream that’s bleedin' treason, now I’m a tree breathing freedom
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| On my bank but you burnt those bridges
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| So now I stare across at you pile of bitches
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| (Eso)
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| Bars, pubs, clubs
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| Freak-nicks, drenched in vampires blood
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| But wait, she looks like a nice girl, I’d like to meet her
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| She seems a little lost though, I’ll try and reach her
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| (Ethic)
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| «Nah, that’s oblivious, don’t get involved
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| She’s known to hold the dice of life and let it roll»
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| (Eso)
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| Oh, I see, a bit of a gambler
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| I’ll grab my cape and a bag of convo', I think I can handle her
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| There’s stories that she owns a red light to tell the time
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| I’m ready to judge a book from the inside as well as mine
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| So excuse me miss, as rude as this is
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| I’d like you to take this tape I made I made, cause my crews on some shit
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| And we hit the cofee shop, she’s singin' lullabies
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| We should probably stop, I don’t wanna get played like those other guys
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| That’s why this mix tape, is for you to borrow
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| And if you dig this shit here’s my number, call me tomorrow
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| And as the sun fell, and the moon climbed
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| She went home, locked herself in her room, only to soon find
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| That music can manipulate your mind state
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| And if you use it as a wish it’ll find ways
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| To blow out all the candles and know how to handle your mind, hitch hiking near
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| my place
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| Her night was a highlight, listening close was not what she’d usually do
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| Her ceiling was a skyline with a beautiful view
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| There’s the vision and the truth from the booth
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| See girl I told you what this muthafucking music would do
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| The next day she was happy as hell
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| Skipping down the block, now she’s back to herself
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| Anyone could naturally tell she’s no longer trapped in a well
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| And the music in her mind, fool, had actually helped
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| But all it took was a taste, to see those get money muthafuckas dangling
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| dollars in her face
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| You punks don’t know me or my eerie feel
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| I learnt rhythm from ghosts tapping on the steering wheel
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| Every car ride, was like a start
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| I’ve got, art in my heart
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| Girl and there seems to be no light left, my soul is on empty
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| I’m running out of love, I’m running out of Mud, send me |
| Another note, some energised words of wisdom
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| Let me go, to a place of isolated vision.
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| But I’m steering this boat to uncharted lands
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| We need to understand, that one part of man
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| It three parts of the devil thinking why I can’t make this boiling water settle
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| A dog alone in his kennel
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| Oh but wait, you see it’s just a dead end
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| That headless princess could’ve been your fuckin' best friend
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| Unsettled by the fact they don’t see the good times
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| Blind as bats to the future they could find
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| But it never really does, cease to amaze me
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| Why I scream fuck swamp donkeys and peace to the ladies
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| Cause money is a hypnotist they’re dazzled by the lavish shit
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| You wanna give me a blow job, I’ll act like I have to piss
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| I’m no brick wall, you wanna leave, grab your shit
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| But don’t come back in my life, like yo let’s have a kiss
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| If only through my eyes you could see the shit
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| But you can’t oblivious so go ahead beat it bitch
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| Alright now, this is the breakdown, here is the setting
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| Alive for 24 years and already forgetting
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| What if felt like to be, one-half of her an me
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| Until forcibly, I’ll return to twenty-three
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| Never have met, I didn’t ever expect
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| To have crept into a situation I never will let
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| Be something I’ve left when I leave, quiet as kept
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| While the sea parts, the beast starts
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| To speak hearts, I see an artful approach
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| To convey what I wrote
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| A thousand times, in my mind with the hope
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| That for once, people don’t just come and go
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| Yeah, I know that I’m supposed
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| To fly away, in a sunset serenade
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| While tomorrow cherishes the memory of today
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| I stay hollow, this time my back wasn’t exposed
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| To the passing of someone I never would know
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| I never would grow, despite the cost
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| And at the end of the day, I’ve come to love the loss
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| And on the off chance that she falls again
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| I’m walking backwards so she still knows who I am. |