the water¡¯s pinking up with the ink in your veins
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air bubble now is creeping closer to your brain
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the water in the vase simulated the soil
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but you¡¯ve been disconnected now for so long
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although you think she¡¯s loyal
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all your conclusions and all your truth's
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are all delusions and TV spoofs
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shame that those histories that you wrote
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were one sided and presumptuous
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justifying and holding on to something that is just not real
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are you punishing the rest of us because you forgot how to feel
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living in a mechanical world in an organic time,
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where war is an old question to a new answer
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you just can¡®t seem to define
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nope you can¡¯t get your head around it.
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all your conclusions and all your truths
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are all delusions and tv spoof
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shame you weren't watching closer as a child
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cos all the lies have gone unnoticed
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Pinking Up
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| Sheila Nicholls |
