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The passion one has for glory Man, I'm telling you it's a true story.
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I lie in the cool, clear water
in shallows beneath shadows -
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Shit! What’s shit!
Being told to pull yourself
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Your folks are asking
"Do you mourn his passing?"
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I read you, LOUD and CLEAR
If you were saying something important
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Close your eyes because I’ve brought you gifts
I sent my 3-Horsemen to dethrone 2 stiffs
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I have some balloons and hugs
For this cartoon
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I'm under my awning.
It's a beautiful morning and
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I’m thinking and thinking
In memory-wells
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His thinking is laborious
He’s addicted to sleeping pills
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AreSun's nice (I know)
He mesmerizes adn burns it up with his lava flowz
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Line-after-line
I see your insidious mind
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OPERATION: Post Guards
It is with my warmest regard
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“Nervous Assassin”, you’re a ‘sharp-shooter’
I’m a sniper
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This limp pimp should be happy with grains
Ungrateful to the end—he attacks Terrain
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This is my solo strike mission
Warz are hard
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These warz are like a game of hoop
I set myself up for the Alley-Oop…
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“The journey of a thousand steps begins…”
The windows on this brain unhinge…
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I work this style like a game of Cricket
If you blink, you’ll miss it
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Dear “TINKER”,
I’m the wildcard—I’m this page inker
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I’m rugged Terrain—look around
At my valleys and hills and pebbles abound
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With some people, I never tip my hand
As they pat me on my back saying, “you’re the man”
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You should never feel ashamed,
for I'm the only you have blamed,
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She wants a world of peace. A world where everyone loves and no one hates. Everyone gets along and no one fights. No more violence or no more wars. She wants the labels and stereotypes to end. No more judging no more teasing.
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Dawn, kissed by the last of night’s indigo whispers,
I ache for the sweet shell of dreams
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You turned my sand to pebbles,
pebbles to stones,
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Something invisible is lying
between the petals,
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Once...It was many years ago...
(this is how all scary stories begin)
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Let me to write on your skin (oh, this touch!)
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I tried to close the pain into the deep well of my heart
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Time drops slowly / in the strange shape of pain / during the day, during the night... / I wait for you, / my eyes closed, I sigh... / I ca
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I like the smell of freshly washed linen, / the smell of wet soil and of grass just mowed, / to watch clouds floating over the skies / and
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POY gold trophy winner 2007
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Your chest is my pillow
and your arms my sanctuary
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My eyes hidden under the lids, soft, blue and green, like a butterfly's wings,
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