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Tonight we fly
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze
My heavy heart pounds hard tonight
Down this highway in the wind
The windshield wipers clean away
The tears I cry within
The love I've thrown
house with no one home
I see through walls that’s hard to climb
I’m losing my mind

No medicaid, no medication
Thinking you're better off dead
Instead
if you don't believe that one exists
Gases on Venus, dancers in Vegas
Pull up by them other pits (Shiiit) you can't mistake us
Eyes full of hunger,
you hit at ends of every week
We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits
Up here funk is our neighbor so we paid her a visit
The lip we sip can't
and out of bed
I spent 25 minutes reading what you said
A face I know so well, I've memorized your teeth
I've worked so hard I haven't looked at you in
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
You find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week
We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits
Up here funk is our neighbor so we paid her a visit
Now why this man's soul was bleeding 
The angel had to understand 
So invisible, he stood by him 
And then gently touched his hand 

Which
shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds
Blue Cyclone, Oooh

Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
Drama is being chased off ya' land
By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank
Drama is what's
That I constantly feel like I'm falling from grace
And being chased by
This face that lives inside of the hate that lives
Inside of the way that I
sound bocus, but focus
Just notice that I know how it feels to be hopeless
and homeless
But it ain't about hard times
Everybody goes through a struggle
hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts
And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts
And I wish I was
shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds
There they go feminizing men again
Then pretend they don't know when we know it, xenoestrogen
Exorcise the jinn
Keynote lecture with a spin
Meant
day
Every day every day
Got to work every day

My God there’s got to be more to life than this
There’s got to be a bigger reason that I exist
Work
to the shopping carts of all hard-working families
Electric doodads and wizard hats [exist] to keep the munchkins entertained
But get replaced by newer versions
are
I wonder why it's still so hard without you
Even now when I come shinin' through
I swear I think of you and God, I wish you knew
Somehow, Somehow
spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah it's coming soldier, 
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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