| Language like muttering in the gutter of pattern
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| Tonight I’m stalking the moon ‘ Bright
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| Idle mouth, idle mouth ‘ Isolated room cries
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| Sun come up with the same condor tricky carpenter
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| And pine plank pitch that he did before
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| Cave painting primate, irate someone’s taking credit
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| For his mindstate with blind faith
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| Weight in his veins, bait on his plate, makeup on his face
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| So we’re basically the same
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| Moth to the flame, flame to the night, night to my light light heart beating
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| heavy
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| Tips on her spine ‘ Fingers getting sweaty
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| There’s a reason that I came ‘ Can’t remember for my life
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| Lost my head in the shark water
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| Teeth first with a slick suit and a stick walker
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| Spit blood as I roll through the red dust
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| Motherfuckers talk shit but never bet against us
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| Body is the water ‘ Soul is a wave
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| Body is the air ‘ Soul is a sound
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| Body is the ground ‘ Soul is an earthquake
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| Body is a body ‘ Soul is awake
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| I’m not a man, I’m a gamut of possibility
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| Stranded mid-soliloquy
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| Slow motion explosion exposing this hole’s fragility
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| Desperate cathedral, even if we believe in you
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| People are just people, they’ll always be good and evil
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| Phase cancellation ‘ Had to put your faith in
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| Whatever lays adjacent to the basic illustration
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| Half that half until you understand the line that you’re trying to touch
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| Was inside of your mind the whole time
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| Greed gets humble around mumbling homeless
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| Seemed so simple until somebody owned it
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| Dissipative magic is a victim of precision in a system
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| Of forgiveness after brittle atonement
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| Hands to the bricks of hell
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| Love when he hit the ground ‘ All he does is kiss and tell
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| Took a swipe at the machinery
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| Why you playing mad? |
| Doesn’t matter what it means to me
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| Lost the meaning when I got the joke |