Shadows been word
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One win a hand
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To sell it thru their thick little back let clock,
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It's a,
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It's a passage way to drive, walk or run thru,
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Or the wind and water can carry me.
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I except what didn't happen just now to just happened
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To just hear me up, part of the quan skies one.
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And body betrayls that's design by the shadows
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Now that forward or up or down climb to top
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It's the bottom so there is no rush,
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And you don't get tired,
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Just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you
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Trying to pretend,
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Burrying it wherever it grooves itself to the rage life
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That balance,
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And move like you do cuz you do it for them.
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I've been followed and i've been so wrong
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Mistakenly killed for being so thin
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I can flip inside out
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The song of trash that can rise in depression,
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It's closing
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Love
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So it grooves
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I assume that whenever slides in her own ground spending life
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So you flip each day to the night
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That holds you soft in position
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Folding pain tightly so it knows what it means
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For it silent vowels to be all that bleeds
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Like you knows the sided
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Or what it needs to keep trying
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And it didn't mean to be N I A P
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My body is light
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Cuz the way of whatever carring me thru the weak traps around
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That bleed
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I've stepped anyway not falling my being my way to be
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I'll never go empty for fex to have thee
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Sitting around feels like running and crowds
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Dangle me from their thighs widely cross where life is here
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Cuz my love is crying
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I'll share the way i've lost
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Cuz i'm a pretend me
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And i'm real cuz i can hit me softly
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Bleed
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Blood i can hear
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Cuz i'm here now and it's far from me
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Fall back into the ground
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Flip dive to it's holes
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Burring the all thing ?? unimportent
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As long as i'm giving the things that swirls
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Like selling dreams to cannabis
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Telling too to jump free.
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Usually Just A T-Shirt: Untitled #2
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John Frusciante |