again i saw the number three while high up in a dizzy tree, i saw the reds, golds, blues and pinks and asked you all 'what do you think?'
again i saw the weakened eyes, and let love be my battle cries, and then a moth or butterfly told me they all deserve to die.
ill bet a blessings hard to come by, what we want we run our tongues by, what i want i get from sunshine, moonlight, rain and other numb highs.
forcing every syllable trying to prove an unknown point
tell me is it criminal to enjoy an earthly joint?
yes according to the man who keeps me safe from knowing plans they say are just above my head wont get a chance before im dead.
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