In my mind I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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Send fleas from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
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As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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No I never asked for nothing and that's just what I got
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As my pride does before I do as I follow muscle code
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I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
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As I fold into your presence, do I now know what it means
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We could get old
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And talk at the same time when we tell stories
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If we let go
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Impossible names rhyme in elegant poetry
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What I sample in everything
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It inundates my small town
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I refuse the offers extended waiting for God
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Now I never asked for nothing audible
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So when the walls fall down and spin like water wheels
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I'll pray for something logical
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So when we all drown
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I can cover bald spots with yamakas
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Drawn from extra dimensional sources
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Like in comic books
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Choose your own adventure
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I'm obsessing like a drug fiend
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Fantasies of actors clandestinely having sex in love scenes
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But why not amateurs openly sharing joy in sex scenes
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Stand clear while I soak in this treasure trove of a wet dream
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I can't tell what my problem is
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Or even if there is one
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Sail the celibacies much sooner than commit one
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Escaping minor shake-ups but keep bracing for the big one
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To make the choices obvious and save us from decisions
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In my mind I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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Send fleas from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
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As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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No I never asked for nothing and that's just what I got
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As my pride does before I do as I follow muscle code
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I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
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As I fold into your presence, do I now know what it means
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I dreamt of whimsy
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In a fire fight with the in-the-line-of-fire flies
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Watch the dusk go indigo and blush into a silent night
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Birth immaculate conscious from a pregnant pause
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In the August of my righteousness just waiting for the fall
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The greater and the small, all for one and one for all
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For all the S.O.S and we will rise to the call
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I've bitten the hand that feeds and found myself bleeding here by
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I'll only need what I need
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But need will get me out of my groove
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So I move to different tunes
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Sunning in the warm weather
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By the light of distant moons
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There's tape men in the nation bring the monsoon
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Season with the spectacle of people finding tools
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Aphrodite, grown fools, and buyers sown booze
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Let's throw out the cravings and things with no use
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People dropping jewels, gems can't shine like odd light
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To air is human, so the sky is our birth right
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In my mind I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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Send fleas from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
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As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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No I never asked for nothing and that's just what I got
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As my pride does before I do as I follow muscle code
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I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
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As I fold into your presence, do I now know what it means
|
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In my mind I hold the passion, panacea for the poison
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My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore
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Send fleas from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships
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As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
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Panacea For the Poison
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| Flobots |
