Sounds as if you need a hand,
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Walking through the field of it, living sorts, I hope you understand now.
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How you¡¯re not the one to make a sense of it all,
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I¡¯m a tourist guy, walk along and take my hand.
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Welcome to the make up of new paths,
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Fast fix ¡®em, make another face
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That you can run for intuition.
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But you wake up in the scene of it, in a perspective that¡¯s there,
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Come along, take my hand and place your thought for me
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To end an overcame dead win.
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Politic for palace, make my probably balling
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And you got near your truth, flow loss from damage
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I hear the devil gun shots, the guns, wait, wait.
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For frickle prick soldiers looking for spirit,
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In light give me tip, over there, there.
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Turning tip, sipping tip, you trip, try to mutant the hit,
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The ball bades a new politics, holding fire for nothing.
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You, a rude wig, stupid, stupid dog
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Go ahead, take my hand and de-attach it from the wrist,
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Now you¡¯re holding it, a little bit far
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More than a part that¡¯s tricked out,
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Mannequin limit real fresh to creep out those who chit-chat.
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For years to come about up we assure them,
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Going to be going there.
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Most for the top on is easy two on flip, no match.
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Search for the voice that we used for cameo,
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As we float up to tampta.
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Cycle semantics is accurate, this mountain no flop,
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Six pen in silent, jungle joggling in land with tigers.
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Contortionists with them pasties remind you of spiders.
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Adam and Eve, apples of six stick in the caramel,
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Carousel carny¡¯ intoxicating operating the scale.
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Modelate all adorament life like
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Swam did it already and I¡¯m mike, the ace mike.
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Give up a secret or two, about the cannibal man,
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Everyone who know who do, only you¡¯re losing insane.
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Just in the black light gallop and gooms,
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The past around all of each other platoon, I think you need room.
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Perhaps a moment of soup, yeah, we chill up scene,
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Go ahead, let go of my hand, now to the drain.
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Pick up that chord, let me death chord bet,
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No cup large less, no red heart left,
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Sound mine, bound by tights on holdy,
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Harass to resolve, zone line one, hold it.
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Can¡¯t tore more thing, rampart side,
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There was sight scenes low when the name towards night
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Deem dun hymn by one time own.
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Have a green blood line two time in a row.
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I¡¯m in the light, the sign is a mist,
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Grinding the toast, try little sticks,
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I¡¯m in the bites, I¡¯m in the bine,
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Head low, back bones stringing,
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Achrom, drums like a black home bengeane.
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Watch the cat pole spin up in the bench,
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I sit through vix like mister wolves bigs
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That goes like igloo bricks, neck beer, loose lips,
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Hanging loose too when the loose fits.
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Tears back flap, chattery bulb cavities,
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Out of smattering adult faculties.
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Grew up in a cold opacity, matches,
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You don¡¯t wanna be who the paps and imagine
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But then everybody come splash in the hazard
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Ribs on the flask in the dagger after,
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And I¡¯m popping sort of form her, but I¡¯m itching for the ladder,
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Got initials that keep exit in a center, thank you.
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Take My Hand
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