| It rained, pixelated rituals through connected dots
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| And stopped depressive intervals of big pathetic system pops
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| «Lie down»
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| My sky bound fragments of a mind, drown
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| I ride madness on the land mines in my mouth
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| And my crown is shining like a thousand bright diamonds
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| With a crowded mind vibrant
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| In a clouded mic, silence
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| «It's bliss»
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| Something in the wind explained a simple song
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| With every lyric intertwined with images and printed wrong
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| And not a single thing’s forgot
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| When deep within my mingled pot
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| Of every single thing that we can think of when we think to stop
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| It’s not a lot, but trust me it’s my universe
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| I’ll burst the fucking music out the human in a lucid verse
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| I guess some people feed off the drugs and effects
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| While these other people dream about the money and sex
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| I see people being feeble when they’re juggling debt
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| Me, I’m living like a human being, love or respect
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| There ain’t a single fucking thing I won’t explore within
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| Force it in
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| I take the biggest portion, bored — I pour the gin
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| There ain’t a flying pig or universe I could ignore
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| I simply see the purest love in everything you’re looking for
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| There ain’t a friend I could’ve banned
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| Oh man I’d die for mine
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| The one thing I keep inside my mind is sticking right beside
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| There ain’t a simple pickled reason why I’m such a dick
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| Maybe it’s because the times you’ve seen me, I’m just fucking pissed?
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| «Trust in this»
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| There ain’t an evil bone inside my skin
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| And I ain’t here to cry alone and play the tiny violin
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| I’m just thinking
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| Triple gin slings on a crystallised bed of silver skin is what I sink in
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| So chin chin
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| Raise a glass, a snorkle and a spout
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| Drink away your boredom, take an awkward little bow
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| Now struggle with the force in your house
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| Now you’re juggling these mother fucking prawns in your mouth
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| Move by
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| Man I’m too high
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| Sucking on these prawns in the moonlight |