| How can I trust you?
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| I’ll help you if you’re off the stuff
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| Such energy, your fountain
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| And are all good things not just enough?
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| For when I call on you I will
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| With nothing else to measure
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| Your attic trash from buried treasure
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| Horizontal monsters
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| Are rising up for selfish pleasure
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| Parts unknown and nowhere to be found
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| So how do you trust me?
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| The ultimatum never flies
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| Discussions are inadequate
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| How do you know the wind has eyes?
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| Like so many gods, creatures
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| And like all balloon animals
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| Deflated
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| Slowly losing speed
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| Like all the worlds around them
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| The kings and kingdoms still not seen
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| Their filthy toxic visions be destroyed
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| His every expectation for a boy
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| To find happiness but not joy
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| Trust them…
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| Trust them now
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| How do you trust them?
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| The hourglass or the fisted glove
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| Sent through the fingers emptying
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| For loved ones that you did not love
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| And do not trust them
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| Trust them…
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| Trust them now |