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Mgmt Oracular Spectacular

You were a child Crawling on your knees toward him Making momma so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing You picking insects

Evil S I yes to find a shore, A beach that doesn't quiver anymore, Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls, And I won't try to fight in the

And there were future reflections On the face and the hands On a green colored island On a primitive man It was the future reflected It felt familiar

I just shook the handshake I just sealed the deal I'll try not to let them Take everything they can steal People always told me Don't forget your roots

I feel your racing heart My liquid silver arms extended These waves aren't far apart Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging I am fire, where's my form

You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris

I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's

When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick