[Sample from Sing-A-Song]
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"You can come, I'll leap right over
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Any day you like
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System 605, Union 91"
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[Aesop]
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I forever wallow in glitches grimly distributed by side effects
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Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches drenched!
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cradled between dense pillars of polar value lies
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a grey so blueless it's got eye fiendin' for the sky
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Synthesized lies rise synthetic
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Sittin' inside solidified plastics whose lateral burns germ compatible
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My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly
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Yellow brick stalker walking shifty
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I am but a prototype Metroid programmed to holocaust style
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while you're sulkin' in the stages of denial
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Your petty soldiers stand fragile like Giacometti sculptures
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Embedded in aromatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures
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Plus I's the guise of rowin' a soul
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My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles
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Berserk
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Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it
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Stripping, color my passion mitigated
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I'm Slipping
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[Ann Colville]
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You always seem like a small grey cat to me
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Sleepin' underneath the silvery moon
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Paws curled beneath your head
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'til the sun came down, just around noon
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And you would greet me, purring in your doorway
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Drawing up your tail around my hips
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And I would go to your mouth wide open
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waitin' for my language to come from your lips
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And I move you
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And you like it
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Just enough
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To let me
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I love and hate you
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Cause you're lonely
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And you know how
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To forget me
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[Aesop]
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For the love of my personal practice I reside
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where obstructive fluxes and societal withdrawal collides
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Slide fuel by the fury
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Spun a ring around my honor
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but the opulence took shelter in my horror
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Melancholy masquerade
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Cast amongst the braiding of belligerence
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and blazing terror that blew the lock down off my placement
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I stay special agent till the sky falls
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Reverse the curse till my fellow lost children disperse
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[Ann Colville]
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And your footsteps leading down the pathway
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never seem to be quite like my own
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Your mind in smokey circles
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that blinded me till I turned towards home
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And you would watch me fawn in the distance
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hands held high above your head
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I only leave the territory where there's nothing left, to be said
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And I move you
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And you like it
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Just enough
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To let me
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I love and hate you
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Cause you're lonely
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And you know how
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To forget me
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[Sample from Sing-A-Song]
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"You can come, I'll leap right over"
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[Aesop]
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I make music and connect color to canvas
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Swoop down from the trees with potpourris of other bandits
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Land it randomly upon the valleys of the grimace
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Saw my planted leaf starts burnin' from the outside in
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Meaning your clout lies thin
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Salt prep the blades prior to five phase in my ever changin' underworld
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Serrate a day to decorate a traitor
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That sting never fades like belly wounds from sling blades
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Follow my portion, I'm gonna swallow distortion and spit the filter
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[Sample (Sing-A-Song High Tone Voice)]
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"You can come, I'll leap right over
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Any day you like
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System 605, Union 91"
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Shere Kahn
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| Aesop Rock |
