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You a roly-poly,
All curling up in my
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When it comes down, pileing its / Woes, stretching its problems, reaching / To drag you away, what will you need? / Remember it’s out / To get you / ‘Cause you’re the threat, ‘cause / You’re the swing vote,
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The end is
There. Just trying find my way home.
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Till the day I die and after,
This is the declaration on my heart.
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How could language express this here I find?
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When you can't stand to anything
You reach out for what you can grab.
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Every artist is a cannibal; every poet is theif. All kill their inspiration and only sing about the grief.
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Remember: Law is freedom;
Within restriction is no limits.
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Do I know what I'm even saying?
Can it even count?
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And for the Radio, I sing
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You could say I went out of my mind.
I think of it as
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It's only begun.
And I couldn't be happier.
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