A pothole ate my motion
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And let me lay there for a while
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Where I lie smells like a fossil, something died
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Powerful inanimate objects they mortered me
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Some piercing my skin some consuming me
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Saliva on the pavement next to me
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Wash away, wash away oh so gently please
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Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to
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Except for math and science and all they know is true
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Well it's something like the river and it's always heading out
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A steady source of motion going down
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Water and debris knockin things down to the sea
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The bottom of the valley and the leaves on the trees
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I began to think that this could happen to me
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Wash away wash away oh so gently please
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Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to
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Except for math and science and all they know is true
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True, true, is there nothing true
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The desert is the place where the wind makes more desert
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Carrying out the mission of a zillion bits and pieces more like everything
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Go down, be down, get small like me
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Chaotic sand and random sea
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Everything unglued at the seams
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Is that not the nature of how things will be
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River Material
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| The Blue Dogs |
