It was the most beautiful second-coming of Christ that anyone had ever seen...
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Yo
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The water ain't safe, the land's made of water
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I hug a half empty glass my dignity's trying to pawn her
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I'm trying to see the future in a tea cup and a saucer
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But I rather be drinking coffee with my cigarette foster
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And a run away buckle the cloud-nine fantasy filter to force the
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brutal truth
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Of daily market place wars through the roof
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I mean I stood beneath the icicles that bleed under the awning
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And magically mastered the great absorbing of spirit falling
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But I'm sick, I've plowed these fields a thousand times over
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Sold botanicle research studies to farmers with whole quarters
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And when science proposes to art besides that peace-full sea
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I'll be that cat with a ring on a pillow shouting finally
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Take a number, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber
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A hundred thousand freaks on parade for the village hunter
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My every when acted upon has gone loopy
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But I play a game called lets prepare barnacle city for the end
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or new sink
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I split the radius at go getter bellies, reconnaissance
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Seeping fossil genie bottle optimist freeze
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Run from the fountain but the fountain is a desert optical
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tease
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Tummy full of sand running man impossible stop
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There's a wing in my gut and i'm all dust
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Surfing the earth and I dine-rise certainly flushed
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Now one in the hand is worth two atop the tallest cedar
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But what lies inside my heart is off the mother f**king meter
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[Chorus]
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See the Water ain't safe no more
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'I'm just trying to build my self to act as a truly better man
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damn'
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See the water ain't safe no more
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'Nah nah the water ain't safe no more'
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I'm just trying to be a solid oak tree for every child to carve
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its name across
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'The water ain't safe no more'
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I'm just trying to be the dream of every peasant the hurricane
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can offer
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'I'm just trying to be some body I can talk to in the morning
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with a smile'
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The Water ain't safe no more..
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[Verse Two]
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And i've always been a 40 night chronologic hostage
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Rusted hook in the lip of the monarch
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Wingless Anime
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I don't play in the man race cycle
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Hope floater
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Gloating inside carnal indifference till doom cops are slight
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and
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potent quotas
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I'm 20 something pumping acrylic tomorrow side ways
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Blazing passage with a map tattooed on the back of the classless
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Now tip toe across a lost cause
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Because a lost cause found
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Don't mean you found a cause
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That means you found a lost cause
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Ok now ive been here for role playing
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Slaying my here and now
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To benefit consumption for my peers steering the plow
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And its incredible
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Handy jackets turn numerals to sentinels
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But bad apples ain't sweet and cretins ain't that memorable
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I'm Mozart with a focus on the tide
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Hiding the inconsistencies of man behind water and wine
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I wear a tiger stripped ego and bilbo act my progression
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With a kingliness formulated through the flesh of the oppressors
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God had a flask I can prove it
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You really think the 13 loops that loose daughter
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spawned me a sober unit, check potion
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Addressed the ghost inside my TV with a ruler
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Adhere to the back bone stone pusher
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Here ten thousand hackers deep in a movement
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Thats 20,000 crucial ruby heels clicking in unison
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It's beautiful, truly beautiful
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I keep a stick inside my hand
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and carve my name inside every wall of the falling hologram
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[Chorus]
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See the Water ain't safe no more
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'I'm just trying to build my self to act as a truly better man
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damn'
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See the water ain't safe no more
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'Nah nah the water ain't safe no more'
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I'm just trying to be a solid oak tree for every child to carve
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its name across
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'The water ain't safe no more'
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I'm just trying to be the dream of every peasant the hurricane
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can offer
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'I'm just trying to be some body I can talk to in the morning
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with a smile'
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The Water ain't safe no more...
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Water
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| Aesop Rock |
