Said "Bow it down on me!"
Oh mystic - am I foolish soul?
Oh listen - am I hard to hold?
Marked and not faintly so
When brotherism came and placed
But I do and have and I will
And I write these songs to trick god
But I do not take it lightly
Everything thickening down in
And all the money that I earned
After the stinging it returns
But I do and I have and I will
And I write these songs to trick god
But I do not take it lightly
And it's all in aphorisms
I was just believing myself slowly
In tents is where you listen
In a cold case with ceiling!
Enough hush coat up! In one hour
In your public panic room
Tone deaf you awkward clown
With your northern soul and
Would you feel full and not much
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