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much
And if our happiness is a mine field
Then our sanity is a heavy foot
The idea of truth is an obstacle
And for those who believe in palliatives

The automatic rhymes write by themselves
The utility belt-in on eBay for sale
My rhymes scope your scalp like
A medicated hair gel
I don't wan't pampers to squel

Singin' my fears
Why are you here
The Native Americans would say
You have a message for me this day
Be kind, be kind, I'm tryin' to change my mind
I'll be

to each his own

I'm from the era of medicine bottles are pure
El caminos, leather bombers with furs
Uncle drinking (gallus?) or coors
People knocking

and cried and cried
Oh my drunk madness
Don’t take medicines  Don’t belong to associations
My hot madness gets drunk even more

And he told me  your eyes must

a toad again
Sometimes every rhymes an explanation
Sometimes it's just word association
It's all the same to me
It's just one life to live
I need to some