Do you want to ride?
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Do you want to feel?
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Do you want to perfect your craft?
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My body is like a metaphor.
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It's holding me back, I'm looking for more.
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I'm like a child, so very innocent,
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a curious one, with the want for more.
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It's the sweetness that I crave, more and more everyday.
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My feelings are like the wind, they are felt and sensed.
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But not visualized by the eyes.
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This is my premonition, this is my disguise.
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Do you want to ride?
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Do you want to feel?
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Do you want to perfect your craft?
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
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I'm searching for more.
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It's a feeling in your head,
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a feeling through your body.
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A sense of knowing,
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A sense of knowing,
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It's a feeling in your head,
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a feeling through your body.
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A sense of knowing,
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A sense of knowing,
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A sense of knowing,
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A sense of knowing,
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A sense of knowing,
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My body is like a metaphor, day to day I live as a person.
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I want the state of emptiness.
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Do you want to ride?
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Do you want to feel?
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Do you want to perfect your craft?
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My body is like a metaphor.
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My Body Is Like A Metaphor
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| Yesterdays Rising |
