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On the
Watchin' the peak, (thank you window seat)
I mean, it's all the same to
But that makes me numb
Walkin' the between firewater and water - I'll take the tap
and still manage to end up thirsty the day the nursery
In my hand I hold the of a buzzard
for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric)
I may have just saved children
an inborn tendancy tellin' me to grip that sickle
for the pirate tyrant breeds on your precious little pixels
I interviewed the sun, he the future's lookin' bright
I interviewed the rain, he claimed the truly an asshole
I's supposed to interview the snow today but of he flaked
So I let my frigid teeter and take his vacant place
We 3 sprout the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by seperate
I sloth off the beaten path splashed in the cretin blizzard
my time is herded towards little lost causes
Half my time is spent pluggin' these leaky
An' I'm to pose inquiries
I'm here to draw a fork in the road and call it the diary of sheep aspiring
Billy starlet up the block got the right premise
But thread the needle without consultin' apprentice present.
Now I don't really you (I don't)
But I really care (I don't)
Can't a man's dignity by the wattage in his stare
Maybe that deem's be that vagabond you'd to kill
But I ain't got time for the all the motherfucking guilt.

I'm gone tonight. You best I'm leavin'
Packing my belongings it's off into the evening
I haven't exactly embraced by the populace
Set sail upon the 7 deadly of the annonamous
I'm gone. Best I'm leavin'
Packing my then it's off into the evening
I'm diggin' a tunnel to where the sun never shine
I got my book, I got my dream, I've got myself and I'll be

(My time) is the day before the day the earth stood
(My time) is the day before the soldiers fired at
(My time) is the day before the hunter made his
My time's the final mile before the valley the hill
And I'm an
Parked where the farmers appetites
Sweet-talkin' down to a mere flashing of badges
Prototypic chased every step of my well-oiled collective workforse with frozen intention festive. Wait.
about the captivated?
Well I am the product of skeleton dancers poised crooked scattered amidst blue fields of firey mixed
With disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate child
Oh you're expecting slave smiles after the pin in limb and
God, if I could offer of fantasies I would
I'd the button in the city square for everyone to push
You see my mission responsibilties range the board
And still I'd rather be a pen a sword
I swim a cold lake, and make no I was not ready
All edgy and out of shape, made the company messy
(Sorry, sorry) Honestly take it or leave it
Just let me know so I beggin' forgiveness thoughout the evening.
Basic locomotive with a and caboose
Tryin'a pull my cargo 'cross the map a boost
Fragile in more ways 10 yet sturdy bird construction
the smoke stacks puff into the morn, dream torn

I'm tonight, you best believe I'm leavin'
my belongings then it's off into the evening
I'll knock upon every little door that about
sweep your porch if you can spare a couple of breadcrumbs and a couch.
I'm gone, best I'm leavin'
Packing my belongings then it's off into the
This in my sleep is getting old and older still
I think I can, I think I can, I I can,
I I will.