| In my mind, I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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| My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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| Sin flees from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
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| As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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| No, I never asked for nothing, and that’s just what I got
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| As my pride dies before I do, as I fall, I’m also caught
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| I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
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| As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means
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| We could get old and talk at the same time when we tell stories
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| If we let go, impossible names rhyme in elegant poetry
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| But I dabbled in everything; |
| it inundates my small town
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| I refuse the offers extended, waiting for God now
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| I’ve never asked for nothing audible, so when the walls fall down
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| And spin like waterwheels, I’ll pray for something logical
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| So when we all drown, I can cover bald spots with yarmulkes
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| Drawn from extra-dimensional sources like in comic books
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| Choose your own adventure; |
| I’m obsessing like a drug fiend
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| Fantasies of actors clandestinely having sex in love scenes
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| But why not amateurs openly sharing joy in sex scenes?
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| Stand clear while I soak in this treasure trove of a wet dream
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| I can’t tell what my problem is or even if there is one
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| Sail the celibacies much sooner than commitment
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| Escaping minor shake-ups but keep bracing for the big one
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| To make the choices obvious and save us from decisions
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| In my mind, I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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| My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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| Sin flees from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
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| As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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| No, I never asked for nothing, and that’s just what I got
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| As my pride dies before I do, as I fall, I’m also caught
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| I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
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| As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means
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| I juggled whimsy in a fire fight with the inner light of fire flies
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| Watched dusk go indigo and blush into a silent night
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| Birthed immaculate concepts from a pregnant pause
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| In the august of my righteousness, just waiting for the fall
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| The greater and the small, all for one and one for all
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| For all the S.O.S'ing, we will rise to the call
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| I’ve bitten the hand that feeds and found myself bleeding
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| Hereby, I’ll only need what I need
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| But need’ll get me out of my groove, so I move to different tunes
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| Sunning in the warm weather by the light of distant moons
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| Thirst statement inundation bring the monsoon
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| Seasoned with the spectacle of people finding tools
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| Appetite has grown fools; |
| empires have sown rules
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| Let’s throw out the cravings and things with no use
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| People dropping jewels; |
| gems can’t shine like our light
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| To err is human, so the sky is our birthright
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| In my mind, I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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| My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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| Sin flees from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
|
| As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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| No, I never asked for nothing, and that’s just what I got
|
| As my pride dies before I do, as I fall, I’m also caught
|
| I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
|
| As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means
|
| In my mind, I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
|
| My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
|
| Sin flees from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
|
| As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
|
| No, I never asked for nothing, and that’s just what I got
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| As my pride dies before I do, as I fall, I’m also caught
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| I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
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| As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means |