Sunset then sunrise
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week month year
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The cue ball is in the player
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The battery is not dead
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From west to east
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releasing a petal
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Past the roar of planes and the creak of trains,
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Are you ready for stories from my boys?
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The silence of the yards in the distance, the noise of the roads in the background
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Sand is pouring in the flasks of old clocks
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Silent in the chair for three hours
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Bitch, wicked variety
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It's time for new heights
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The horizon is even closer
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If you don't see, get up on your toes
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Arrows in unison with this beat
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Stretch like a python
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And I leave things for later
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And the leaves so quietly fly from the trees
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Autumn hung over the city with a shadow
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Warm days of bright moments
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Smoke under the ceiling plunges into oblivion
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I am crumpled in a square like a torn leaf
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Well, what are you, brother, hovering gloomily
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Enough so you can sleep for the rest of your life
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I lace up my sneakers and go downstairs
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A cold wind blows from the lake
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The boys are beacons I will reach the third
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If they smoke, we'll inflate the couplet
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Will it still be when we meet
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Here and now touches us
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Don't look too far, it's dangerous
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The past in sepia faded colors
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Took napas tear off masks
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I don't remember Wednesday or Tuesday
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Parachute or water carrier
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I just live today I'm free
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I do not know the notes, but I rummage for the muzlo
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Autumn is like a dream time sand text on a leaf
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Would press stop or rewind
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Dawn flip sunset bong tobacco cones
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Rap scene crowd stimulus new verses
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After the wall stencil rolled in three colors
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I remember this and other fragments of memory
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I did not delete, but decided to leave them. I was not in the future, I did not live outgoing
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I am here and now I am real
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Not an artist, but I still draw like I used to
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Not a poet, but while I breathe I rhyme
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And this is my life, moms, understand grief from the mind
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On the court kumar in the paint sleeve fucking
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And this is far from all of me. Music in the ears in autumn, spring.
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And there is no more dust in the city
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Crystal dust on leaves
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In a warm apartment
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Only shhh in good with mary
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I believe in it all the energy of the universe,
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And in the area time destroys buildings
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In the area, time grows trees
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Time is like a horse running and running
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It's good that we are alive and it's bad that someone is not alive
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I don't care how much I have left
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I realized that age is a number, not old age
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Got a lot of new friends
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I'll say hello ten times before I get home,
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But the brother of them is one of a hundred
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After all, anyway, time puts everything in its place
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A lot of chick and a lot of tus
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We don't teach anyone, but we have fucking taste
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I know there is no end to development
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And while you are f*cking, we are getting hot
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Time is like a horse running and running
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Someone has wool, and someone has shine and chic
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And catching the truth from a puddle of lies
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I'll show what I'm capable of while I'm alive
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Time is like a horse running and running
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Someone has wool, and someone has shine and chic
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And catching the truth from a puddle of lies
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I'll show what I'm capable of while I'm alive |