MUSIC +

You were the sauce in my plain spaghetti world.

The bass in this trebley ass place.

And even though I am sometimes the E on your gas gauge,

you have always been the tape on my ripped boot.

 

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Dig God

God digs you

 

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You are not my you

I am not your me

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Use yourself

You rose

before peoples ideas

dry you up

 

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Ow

 

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Gentle like a good day

Gentle like a better day

 

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In time

I hope

by then

It’s done

 

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Baked not freud

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.compost.

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American Dreamers wake up and demand

Life is happening beyond 'On Demand'

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