I thought it love again but really just a hormone thing
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For a second we were sonic but the session¡¯s to the outer wings
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Like so many other druthers I cuddled ¡®til words were puddles and
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then I mopped them up so we were silent...
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Communication was basic but honest on the carnal level
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My advocative devil talk was walking through a carnival to her
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To see through her was to glance but to be through with her
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took a thousand chances and a stance on stuff
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I wish I could just sit on
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my friends are quick to wit on
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many teens quick to spit on
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but my parents raised their kids on theology
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My Paps preached evology so ideology is lost on me or to me like my tender
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She cost me views on virginity almost winning me
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So I charge her with treason for selling me
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on pleasing my reason¡¯s seething out my pores
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while I¡¯m heavy breathing weakening my soul power
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Somebody tipped my hour glass over to dance inside my sand
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Life¡¯s a beach when you teach with your mouth not your hand
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But she didn¡¯t listen so she¡¯s still Romen like my man
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And I¡¯m thinking ¡°To hell with women I¡¯m giving my love to the band¡±
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Hey Ho it¡¯s not my job to keep another reprimanded
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or candid instead I¡¯m branded
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as an artist on the keyboard heavy-handed
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But how we¡¯ve landed ? not stranded but standing erect ?
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trying to get respect in this small time sect
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Rockstars want to belittle me but I¡¯m already there
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A second fiddle can¡¯t belittle second chair
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WHO REALLY CARES cuz I don¡¯t know what love is
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I¡¯m just a toys ¡®r us kid throwing tantrums
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for this phantom which I want my mind rid of...
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I need a little bit more of what you don¡¯t have...
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So I find myself in a sticky situation
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Homosapiens fall in and out of love
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It¡¯s a shame the pain engrained in these specimens
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Is this love? Naw guess again
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Permanence is what you¡¯re up against
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Hesitance takes precedence
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So vent to prevent evil intent
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Pay the last month¡¯s rent and make arrangements for estrangement
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I can take containment
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But how long before I get inflamed?
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Mindframe wishing to roam the range untamed naturally
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No really, I¡¯m not the touchy-feely kind
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Just looking for mindflame¡¯s fire, no mindgames retire
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These disguised into eggshells as they¡¯re repellent
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and meant to prevent my being content
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Hell-bent on finding anti-plastic matches on mental levels of such magic
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Value views not blues like unchained pallets of colour
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No smother, no blunder under covers of glow we flow
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Unnoticed no protest, no sourness...
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the permanent conquest of the alone
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the permanent conquest to be alone...
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INTELLIGENCE IS NOT REPELLENT,
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WHAT BOOKS HAVE YOU BEEN READING?
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Consider me healed where once I kneeled
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I stand a great deal stronger
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A curse repealed so hypnotize I¡¯m wise
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of what was peeled no longer
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I blinked because I thought you out-thinked me with the drinking
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Now I wink because I caught you in a stink...
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I couldn¡¯t play the savior when behavior is your sickness
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We never clicked because your noggin¡¯s licked by bricks of thickness
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Bear witness to the girls who try to be coy,
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they¡¯re gonna catch the decoy
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and end up shluppin¡¯ with a chump shaking rump to be a she-toy...
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The Sticky
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Gruvis Malt |