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On the
Watchin' the rainbows peak, (thank you seat)
I mean, it's all the to some
But that cityscape me numb
Walkin' the wire between and water - I'll take the tap
and still manage to end up thirsty the day the nursery
In my hand I the plumage of a buzzard
for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric)
I may have saved your children
There's an tendancy tellin' me to grip that sickle
for the pirate tyrant breeds feed on your little pixels
I the sun, he said the future's lookin' bright
I interviewed the rain, he the sun's truly an asshole
I's supposed to interview the today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his vacant
We 3 sprout from the same
Yet amazingly crafted by seperate
I sloth from off the beaten splashed in the cretin blizzard
Half my time is herded towards little causes
Half my time is spent pluggin' these leaky
An' I'm here to inquiries
I'm here to draw a fork in the road and call it the diary of sheep aspiring
Little Billy starlet up the block got the right
But can't thread the needle without consultin' present.
Now I really know 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 you'd love to kill
But I really got time for the all the motherfucking guilt.

I'm gone tonight. You best believe I'm
Packing my belongings then it's off into the
I haven't exactly been embraced by the
Set sail the 7 deadly seas of the annonamous
I'm gone. believe I'm leavin'
Packing my belongings then it's off into the
I'm diggin' a tunnel to where the sun will 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 stood still
(My time) is the day before the fired at will
(My time) is the day before the hunter made his
My the final mile before the valley meets the hill
And I'm an
where the farmers barter appetites
Sweet-talkin' down to a mere flashing of badges
Prototypic landscapes chased every step of my well-oiled workforse with frozen intention festive. Wait.
about the captivated?
Well I am the product of skeleton dancers poised crooked amidst blue fields of firey bliss mixed
With disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate child
Oh expecting slave smiles after sticking the pin in limb and
God, if I offer maintenance of fantasies I would
I'd the button in the city square for everyone to push
You see my mission range across the board
And still I'd be a pen than a sword
I swim a lake, and make no mistake: I was not ready
All edgy and out of shape, made the look messy
(Sorry, well sorry) Honestly take it or it
Just let me know so I beggin' forgiveness thoughout the evening.
locomotive with a whistle and caboose
Tryin'a my cargo 'cross the map without a boost
in more ways then 10 yet sturdy bird construction
Hope the smoke stacks puff into the morn, dream

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