I'm twice born, once and seven something
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Once is the resurrection of honorable function
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Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor
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Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
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The maintenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
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Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
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I'm a SOVEREIGNTY columnist fathering doom document
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Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
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[Verse One]
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I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification
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Sure AS blurry had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
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Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee
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Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city
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Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows WHERE THE hill's crest pan out?
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On the candy-coated crab apples, sugar-dipped deadpan outs
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I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my quest
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THEN FEED a needle into battling to mute the mess
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WHEN patience galas with absentee BALLOTS I shove in the button
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Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function
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With a heave, paling in comparison a Mathias Goliath
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Live to rickety frame in a wicked silence
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I top and ate my nameless CREATOR then I bumped eyelids
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With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second
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What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend
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Nursed me through the time stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent
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Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
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Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair
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My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly
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So every second the discontent's locked accordingly
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Let's turn mummy's, SHOW THE PERFECTION OF PERSERVED glory condition
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And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
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BETTER LAND A two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
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Credible CRAVES HER antidote's terrible taste HER
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BOUGHT HER WITH A stolen soul PEDDLER
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PIGEON BACK FEATHER pen
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Never SAID a grin IMPLIED health
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Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics
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I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible?
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I feel THE wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch TO
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Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful,
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It's like the DAY THE GREAT OAK MET THE SAWMILL
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A lifeline of spectacular expansion MEETS the reaper
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At the hand of ONE mans TANTRUMS
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My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh
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I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half
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Ch-ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major
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Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease
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I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
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You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
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Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
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And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something
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Fortify the bullies of the jokes soak in treatment
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Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening
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BROUGHT A GHOST up in THE FUSELAGE A second before the COG dropped
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TO the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it
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OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God?
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[Oh God, well he's the man, but I MEAN what about reading?]
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What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about television?
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[Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?]
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OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin'
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[Yeah, fishing's great but JUST HATE hooking the bait, lets dance]
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NAH, I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
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[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money]
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Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals]
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Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink]
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Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink
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[NAH, lets FAIL a pupil once a year AT RANDOM to shake the academy]
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Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy
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[Verse Two]
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I'll make the water fall out of order in autumn
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SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
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I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit
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CRIED A RIVER yesterday, ain't shed a tear since
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GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon
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The carousel ballooned extravagant aware, inviting it
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I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling
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Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
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My index fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackal's skin
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(I SPY MARKET THE PRODUCT)
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One must pardon ye old common SHEEP detour
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Weaving graceful through the PRIME DIRECTIVE column
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Greater virus retreats to ALLOTED vellum
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Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud
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But that's got a ring to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood
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I walk THIS God's practical joke ONE man practically broke
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And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
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Who spits silk dimensions THROUGH THE noose looped by the raft?
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'CAUSE After lack of reasoning DEAD'EM (IT'S LIKE 3, 2, 1, BEDLAM)
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Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell
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I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt
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Sturdy IRON GRILLAGE, tin can skeleton,
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Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants
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Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence
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I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well
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Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well
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Every blessed presence is tryin' to dream well
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(Oh professor) Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well
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Every blessed presence is tryin' to dream well
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(Oh professor) Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well
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My blessed presence is tryin' to dream well
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(Oh professor) Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well
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Every blessed presence is tryin' to dream well
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Oh professor...
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(I see. It's sort of a simple concept, huh?
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Nah, it's one of those, like, easy-to-learn typical master's situations.
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Ah, it's fucked up.)
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Oxygen
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| Aesop Rock |
