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I Mother Earth Blue Green Orange

and paradigm stores running low I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt how can I laugh how can I

I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I hear the rain will fall

a love for jazz and blue green oranges... It's so hieronymus I know no one here needs your kind of redemption How shallow ponds with the growth of decades carry on or I

i made good connection with love out loud, home, hate and sound and who wrote the words to my death sentence when life is what i'm living and leaving now while i

weight of me and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend I can feel the time is right to find the legs to deal with this alone so I'll turn around

Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer Look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia All awake With a heavy hand holding me down I stay All

where the soul lives I'll find the way to peace and openness but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact I'm waiting for everyone

my solar plexis on the day I made good connection With love out loud, home, hate and sound And who wrote the words to my death sentence When life is what I

and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average dope you're in the dream room all alone I