Rows of condos and birds as helicopters
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I had a headache where you left
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give up something, and it's luke warm blood
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telephones have eyes
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to rip our feelings through
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we're dropping off
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like guns and flies
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Take her down to the river
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and she will step right over the water
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but if you take him on down today
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she will drag you back down to the bottom
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Take her down to the river
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Full of visuals and half wit harlequins
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it's full of smiles and laughter
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we'll weed 'em out like dandelions
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and your arms are like batteries
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and your arms are chandeliers
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bought a ticket to the picture show
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I rip down feelings
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move these walls inside myself
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I lost my car keys underneath
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the palm tress and city lights
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avert my eyes to move northwest
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we're dropping off
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like guns and flies
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Take her down to the river
|
and she will step right over the water
|
but if you take him on down to today
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she will pull you straight into the bottom
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Take her down to the river
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This is a poem,
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a combination of a sentence
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broken up to form a rhythm.
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you are a poem,
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little pieces of my senses
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broken up to form an image,
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Take her down to the river
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she would step
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right over the water,
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and if you take him on down to that goddamn river
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he would drag you straight down to the bottom.
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Ma Jolie
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| Bear Vs. Shark |
