Have a time
Give that man the eye
You know the look it’s understood
Magic eight ball signs
Tell all no lies
It’s shook up that you should
Or that you could
Just put your head down
and put up your hood
Smell that line
Get in the frame of mind
Take your time it's only a mood
Bump a line
Follow that vibe
Just let present tense imbue
A feeling this fine
Should be a crime
Let me hear your point of view
Enter the scene
Keeping the cement clean
You can’t be falling from where you are
Triple crossing seams
Angle the smiling gleam
She said forever isn’t very far
So Ms. Bioelectric Machine
How far do you mean
How about a ride to Mars
Pop a balloon
And it pops the moon
Gravity’s never gonna be the same
From the boom
Dust trickles down
And looms from its starry plane
A decompressed anti-gloom
Powders the view
You breathe until you forget your name
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