Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber My instincts tell me to crash You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them I somehow think this won't last
You've got a reason some funky little demons Telling me that life is a gas You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
Called my brother, he said, "I need a lawyer" And my life is sinking at best Called my brother, he said, "I've just become A moaner who lives in the past"
You've got a vision some funky little sms Telling me that life is a gas Your misconception is a pitiful expression It's something, I'll never possess
Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber My instincts tell me to crash You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them I somehow think this won't last
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