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Go into the sea
Find a place for watered speech and
Clouds for you and me
This world around, let's get happy
All the crisp fall leaves
Makes no sense, no sense to me
Give me something please
I'd just love to get happy
There's no other world than this world here
All the crisp fall leaves
Makes no sense, no sense to me
Give me something please
I'd just love to get happy
There's no other world than this world here
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You goin' in? Yeah.
I look like wakka flakka you look like Chewb
Hit 'em with a ginger cube
Wish his fish would eat his ginger pube
Wallow in sorrow 'til tomorrow bitch
Throw a rock in your face
That's what you get for being a snitch
Growing pains, hunger pains, all the same, kinda lame
Your girlfriend buggin' on my parts in vain
Mm, pain. Make the biggest singer
So I'll hmm, eat his ginger finger
'Cause it tastes good
Gonna go away from all of this and write about it, columnist
I don't really care about it even though it affects all of us
Make me angry and I'll punch you in the chest
There was a kid I did this to, he pestered me, now he can't pee
And the story goes
Don't let me close to your hoes
'Cause I'll sell 'em salivation units, hussle flow and boner tubelets
Now what are those? Yeah well I'll tell you...
They are the path at the end of the road, E pluribus Unum
And all that anti-hobo shit, make you spit
Basic Printer scanner shit, make you spit
I poke you on Facebook so much
But you don't poke me back and I got a hunch
That you really like me, so let's go out to lunch
And maybe we can fuck later?
Now I'm not saying anything crass, so let's not be hasty
And I don't judge you even though your face is pasty
And seriously, I won't let it go to wasty
So think on it and act fast, and we'll set sail and hoist the mast
Mmm...and we'll go on an electric adventure trip!
Your lips so red you give me head
I am well fed by sex in bed
You fill my quota cup holdaaaaaa
You make me bold, so don't give me hands that are cold
Boobies, vagina, romance, and pretzels,
Please choose me, I am the Hansel to your Gretel
Even though I didn't read that book, bitch this is the fuckin' hook
And I can say what I want.
And you'll like it.
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Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bobtails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
Still into the snow
With my favorite hoe
We are zoning by
She is by my side
We're gonna make it home
That is if we don't die
But I don't care with all this snow
So let's enjoy the ride
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Look 'em up.
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Santa bro man
Stick a keyboard under the tree
For me
I've been a well programmed bot
Santa bro man
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa brother
A Roland TR-909 drum, machine
I'm wanna rave all the time
Santa brother
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all
The fun I've missed
Think of all the CDs that I haven't ripped
Next year, I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Santa dude man
I want a Yamaha CS-10
Again
Last year I think you forgot
Santa dude man
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa dude man
There is one thing I really do need
Omni
One with a working touch pad
Santa dude
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and fill my ink cartridge
With some festive colors, I think, red and green
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you, believe in me
Santa brother
No this list is far from over
Vocoder
Glad we're on the same page
Santa buddy so hurry down the chimney tonight
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Subtle scratches
And fuzzy image
I can only see you in your
Rural glow
The sun aids your face
But ruins my camera
Making the image
Unavailable
You live in a world of my memory
Of a life I never had
I would love to live with trees and people
But to everyone, I'm mad
You live in a world of my memory
Of a life I never had
I would love to live with trees and people
But to everyone, I'm mad
You whisper tales softly
Through a tape
I can hear your throat
Your lips
Your eyes
If only I could see it here
And see your
Coffee stained existence, oh
You live in a world of my memory
Of a life I never had
I would love to live with trees and people
But to everyone, I'm mad
You live in a world of my memory
Of a life I never had
I would love to live with trees and people
But to everyone, I'm mad
You live in a world of my memory
Of a life I never had
I would love to live with trees and people
But to everyone, I'm mad
You live in a world of my memory
Of a life I never had
I would love to live with trees and people
But to everyone, I'm mad
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The pale lit tiles, they call for me
And so I come to see the array
The people mill, they make their fates
and maybe one is looking towards me
Have you seen the soul I'm missing now?
I would love to sit in the sun and let the buildings call me all around and shade me to none
Just throw your things around the yard and wait for me to draw my card
I'm waiting here, inside my head
Thinking that you might come on by
My head is dark, my head is strange
So i put a yellow shirt on
Fix my collar if it means your hand is closer to my
Brain
The sun shines down still, around your frills
The ones that choose to sit and take a rest on your back
it's fine, I'm sure your insects are well fed on your desk
But where did my mind go?
But where did my mind go?
But where did my
Brain?
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I don't know where she has gone, I only know where I've been
Trapped in a gaping hole, sick with a twisting spin
She floats and she flutters, the cause for more mutters
And I just lack time to consider others
The time
She must be made of an aluminum twisted grin because
She is a wonderful skinbag evil twin
There's no doubt she's floating, and even if toting
The burden i gave you
The burden
So where have we gone to now, both on a separate plow
One going over and the other going down
I can't say it's dark in here, silly kids and their beer
I suppose there is worth in a prospering thought machine
Through inebriation your essence of "caged in"
I think the occasional slow moving movements
Couldn't be too harmful but, you should be more careful that
Your gelatin's fresh and clean, so let me see the translucent
Skin on your ears and go through the shears of your words
That never seem to be harming me
Until I just go home
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Pass the scalpel because it's time to be someone else
You're mental why stay all locked up inside your shell?
Paint it a different color: don't cope with imperfections
When you can just cut it all off and be a different person
Get in the machine
I'll fix your broken brain
We just need to start clean
With your facial terrain
It's not a matter of merely thinking differently
It's the world, it's got to be everyone else
Making you feel weird, turning you into just a sad sack
If you can't beat 'em join 'em, put on a mask
Get in the machine
I'll fix your broken brain
We just need to start clean
With your facial terrain
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