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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 between firewater and water - I'll take the tap
and still manage to end up the day the nursery collapsed
In my hand I hold the plumage of a
suffered for circlin' (seems barbaric)
I may have just saved children
There's an inborn tendancy tellin' me to grip that
for the pirate tyrant breeds on your precious little pixels
I interviewed the sun, he said the future's bright
I interviewed the rain, he claimed the sun's an asshole
I's supposed to interview the snow today but of course he
So I let my demeanor teeter and take his vacant place
We 3 from the same litter
Yet crafted by seperate scissors
I sloth from off the beaten path splashed in the cretin
Half my time is herded towards lost causes
Half my time is pluggin' these leaky faucets
An' I'm here to pose
I'm here to draw a fork in the road and call it the diary of common aspiring
Little Billy starlet up the got the right premise
But can't thread the without consultin' apprentice present.
Now I don't really you (I don't)
But I really care (I don't)
Can't judge a dignity by the wattage in his stare
that deem's be that vagabond you'd love to kill
But I really ain't got for the all the motherfucking guilt.

I'm gone tonight. You best believe I'm
my belongings then it's off into the evening
I haven't exactly embraced by the populace
Set upon the 7 deadly seas of the annonamous
I'm gone. Best I'm leavin'
Packing my belongings 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 and I'll be fine

(My time) is the day before the day the earth stood
(My time) is the day before the soldiers at will
(My time) is the day before the made his kill
My time's the final mile before the meets the hill
And I'm an
Parked where the barter appetites
Sweet-talkin' down to a mere flashing of badges
Prototypic landscapes chased every of my well-oiled collective workforse with frozen intention festive. Wait.
What about the
Well I am the product of skeleton dancers poised crooked scattered amidst blue fields of firey mixed
With disease applicant activist rattlers, grave child
Oh you're expecting slave smiles after sticking the pin in and
God, if I could offer of fantasies I would
I'd place the button in the city for everyone to push
You see my mission responsibilties range across the
And I'd rather be a pen than a sword
I swim a cold lake, and no mistake: 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 ain't beggin' forgiveness the evening.
Basic locomotive with a whistle and
Tryin'a pull my cargo 'cross the map without a
in more ways then 10 yet sturdy bird construction
Hope the smoke stacks into the morn, dream torn

I'm gone tonight, you best believe I'm
Packing my belongings it's off into the evening
knock upon every little door 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 it's off into the evening
This turning in my sleep is getting old and older
I I can, I think I can, I think I can,
I I will.