Two ripe for solar, tender rust
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Too unfortunate to wake up
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Not a problem, don't blame us
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In the warm of daylight's cunt
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In the black hole of cream and sunbeds
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In the break of a strong fast
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In the opened heart of awareness there is us
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She said how we get there doesn't matter
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It's all how you breathe...and stay kind
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And that I'm an enlightened bear
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Though a scavenger through with scavenging
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In a moment I'll lose my mind
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In an hour I'll lose my substance
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In my prime years I might unwind
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On my deathbed I'll think of us as good on earth
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My yarrow, my aloe and my changing needs
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Smooth isn't effortless, soon doesn't wallow
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In a poet's hands awakened
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She's a moderate sexual artist
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In a snowblind we are a fire
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In the headlights we are a rabbit
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In our downtime we're always on
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In the dawn of time we were right there giving birth
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A new lemon, two apples and the dream
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Of us all
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Entangled in the wet girl
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Her island unto myself
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Entangled like a left turn
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When you lean on somebody else
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We'll need the wise and fortunate to help out
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Just so you know
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We'll need the fire and effect of everything
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We tell to ourselves
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Underneath the red ringing bell
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Wondering who has been here before and fell
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Underheath our vanity's high hope tight rope glow
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So no-one knows we've become one
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The most we can offer is awe and a well
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Of intention
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What is saved isn't lost here
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Underneath the red ringing bell
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Wondering who has been here before and fell
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Meat Dreams
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| I Mother Earth |
