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On the
Watchin' the peak, (thank you window seat)
I mean, it's all the to some
But that cityscape makes me
Walkin' the between firewater and water - I'll take the tap
and still to end up thirsty the day the nursery collapsed
In my hand I hold the plumage of a
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 feed on your precious little pixels
I interviewed the sun, he said the future's lookin'
I interviewed the rain, he the sun's truly an asshole
I's supposed to the snow today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his place
We 3 from the same litter
Yet amazingly by seperate scissors
I sloth from off the beaten path splashed in the cretin
Half my time is herded towards little lost
Half my time is spent pluggin' leaky faucets
An' I'm here to inquiries
I'm here to draw a fork in the and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring
Little Billy starlet up the block got the right
But can't thread the needle without consultin' present.
Now I don't really you (I don't)
But I really care (I don't)
Can't judge a man's by the wattage in his stare
Maybe that deem's be that vagabond you'd love to
But I really got time 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 been embraced by the
Set upon 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 a tunnel to where the sun will 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 stood still
(My time) is the day the soldiers fired at will
(My time) is the day before the hunter his kill
My time's the mile before the valley meets the hill
And I'm an
Parked where the farmers barter
harrassment down to a mere flashing of badges
Prototypic landscapes chased every step of my well-oiled collective workforse with intention festive. Wait.
about the captivated?
Well I am the product of skeleton dancers poised crooked scattered blue fields of firey bliss mixed
With disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate grave
Oh you're expecting slave smiles after the pin in limb and
God, if I offer maintenance of fantasies I would
I'd place the button in the square for everyone to push
You see my responsibilties range across the board
And still I'd rather be a pen than a
I swim a cold lake, and make no 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.
Basic with a whistle and caboose
pull my cargo 'cross the map without a boost
Fragile in ways then 10 yet sturdy bird construction
Hope the smoke stacks puff into the morn, torn

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