Held in hands, a warm cup
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Of skin always taken in by peers
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And friends and the heightened fears
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Over the years
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Now I know I'm not like everyone
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In this head I see the ground
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You came from, unknown, undug
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From where you were staying in
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A backyard bed until
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We came together
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Raspberry, in my hand
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You feel alright but I don't
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Know if I am
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I can't change
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What I am right now, but
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I'll be fine in the next life
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I know I can say, I'm honest
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With myself and with
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My red tasty gem
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And sure they will try, but
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They can't take away
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My secret loving friend
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And on a good day, my mind
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Is like the country...green wide open
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A breath of zen that's nice
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On the eyes, lonely, without a prayer
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Take the trip that I have
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I am at risk
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But I guess you know...
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Explosions
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From the goldfish bowl
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Visions
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Of blue girls crying stars
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The more the garden sings
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The harder it gets to stay in
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There are a lot of choices
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So many voices ruling me
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So many of them at once
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Yelling, "Everything's a mess"...I know
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Raspberry
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| I Mother Earth |
