Itīs a disease,... and theyīre all green It emminates from their being Agitation,.. with occupation
And like weeds,.. with big leaves Stealing light from whatīs beneath Where they have more,... Still they take more
Course I know,.. then I donīt Thereīs a stoway with my throat Itīs deceiving I donīt believe him
We can scream,.. out our doors Behind the wall a fat man snores In his dreams heīs,... Choking on leaves
Well I guess Thereīs nothing wrong with what you say Believe me Just asking you to sway No white Or black Just grey Can you feel this,.. World with your heart and not your brain?
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