| And furniture comes warm, out to greet me, look
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| Showing with pride, daze, dust
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| And imaginary hug on non-conscious brush
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| Things are better now
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| I adore these, walls as they reveal, supple roots
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| And vibrant flooring, he’s home
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| Seems to penetrate very fabric of the roof above me As panels seal (ceiling) seal (ceiling) peels
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| Back the sky so beautiful with knife
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| Famous purple clouds and mid-light
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| Ash black sweeps the character away
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| A truly awesome, sight
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| Outside, makes room and weep for it The amazing thing is with secrets unfolding
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| Abound, on ground I can only see the light
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| And thus the moon burns and it tolerates magicals got some inspring
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| To be or not, join the miraculous now transpiring
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| That is the, who’s flame is it for me to not feed
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| So my relief becomes my gallion and my poon becomes my bloom
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| This place has always been an ocean, always been a song
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| I got a liter of Knob Creek &bottle of Ether
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| Got the second Mobb Deep creeping out of the speakers
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| Would prefer to sit home and drink 'cause it’s cheaper
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| Why you trying to hide the eggs girl, you think that it’s Easter?
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| Got time to kill, got kills to time
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| Prescription filled, I got pills to climb
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| Got the firearm ready to rob convenience stores
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| Got charm baby gonna recruit a team of whores
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| Got hopes and dreams of no in betweens
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| (Sole chanting)
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| I’ve got hopes and dreams of no in betweens
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| Good swing keep losing the fall in the green
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| Good thing most my friends live inside my head
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| 'Cause now I’m never alone, when I lie in bed
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| Got truth can’t recall where I put it Maybe someone took it, mistook it for value and thought they wanted it Gone with the wind and the rain all that remains is a subtle taste of sin
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| laced with grins and astonishment
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| Don’t believe in monsters… I know 'em
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| Because they dwell in my heart and raise hell in my emotions
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| If there ever was a reason to live it’d be to die
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| Now hold still let me wipe the fear out of your eye
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| Darkness envelopes me, directly after eclipse
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| It couldn’t a mind know, of my lower instincts begin to kick
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| At nothing, origin represents under my sleeping quarters
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| Not a noise is being made, but yet I sense that there’s no order
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| Directly beneath my being I’m seeing, nothing but I can squint
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| But there’s commotion taking place I should check, but I don’t give
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| Worked up the courage, after much debating
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| I proceeded to slowly creep in a reverse vertical
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| Because I felt I needed, to make the confirmation
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| Pulled out my coffin, saw a nation of creatures
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| in different forms I couldn’t fight this sensation
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| They had their re-appearances in their own separate ways
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| But all had the same familiar faces I’ve been staring at for days
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| That goes the cause here to hear him scratching
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| Calling me names, calling me out my name
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| Attractive not wallpaper, my wallpaper is turned to a piss yellow tint
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| The post is a prank, all the faces are gone
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| The bodies are dancing, taunting me in spirit
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| The sounds are everything, but I can hear sarcasm in the lyrics
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| All the pics in my frames been replaced mirror, glass and slate
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| Some of 'em are see-through reflect on the ceiling but can’t relate
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| And after all this time, my roses that I’ve stepped on My chattered tores are now weapons of mass destruction
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| Talked and feel the oxygen of opposite in the combines of a quilt comforter
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| It’s safe and pretty
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| Thunder cockroaches are jabbing me with toothpicks
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| I tried to scream but I’m left, voiceless and toothless
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| Virtually useless and it’s messed with my head
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| Thousand chatter tensions bench around the singing fire
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| for the stupidest things I’ve ever said
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| Gnawing at my flesh, collecting underneath my bed
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| Intercepting to form a hawking mess
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| A mammoth in a sense, jacking like an attitude
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| Weaving me in a web, leaving me for dead
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| Believe in me, could bet the joy of life
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| To where I belong, to where I belong
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| And exist like this forever, why do they never turn the light on?
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| And why do they always leave the night on? |