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Odaxelagnia
04:20
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When this all caves,
There'll be a little shallow grave.
To whomever lies there,
Feel no shame.
Put on a Hawaiian shirt,
And dance out in the rain.
Be a picture of a picture,
Just hanging in my picture frame.
And if you feel a little strange,
Just a tad out of place.
Then hang with the others,
The ostracised and d-d-deranged.
Ohhhh yea.
Love a man love a woman.
Love the Eiffel Tower and the House Of Commons.
Love can only work if it don't cause you pain,
Unless you really like it that way.
If you're a Macrophile or into Odaxelagnia,
Love nature and a bit of Dendrophilia.
It's fine if it don't kill ya.
Ohhh yea.
If you're a gun happy junkie,
Then look at Burrows.
If you're a real mean Arsehole,
Then read Bukowski.
If you're a Wolf Of The Steppes,
Then talk to Hermann Hesse,
If you're living rough out On The Road,
Then try Kerouac.
And if you feel a little oppressed,
Then take the Turing Test.
Don't hide don't hide,
How you f-f-f-feel.
Oh yea.
Love a man love a woman.
Love the Eiffel Tower and the House Of Commons.
Love can only work if it don't cause you pain,
Unless you really like it that way.
If you're a Macrophile or into Odaxelagnia,
Love nature and a bit of Dendrophilia.
It's fine if it don't kill ya.
Ohhh yea.
Love a man love a woman.
Love the Eiffel Tower and the House Of Commons.
Love can only work if it don't cause you pain,
Unless you really like it that way.
If you're a Macrophile or into Odaxelagnia,
Love nature and a bit of Dendrophilia.
It's fine if it don't kill ya.
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If There's Never knowing
03:29
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My friend once said,
If you leave me now soon I'll be dead.
But that's emotional blackmail,
And I don't put up with that shit.
I think I said,
Something I shouldn't say.
But that's a momentary,
Lapse in concentration.
So I,
I'll keep on moving.
Until I,
Feel satisfied.
And I guess yes,
There's no real way of knowing.
Until I,
Find my pearly Isle.
My time divides,
Into quarters of wrong and right.
But if I choose to get high,
Then I'm responsible for my own demise.
My mother tried,
To persuade me otherwise.
But that's manipulation,
Of a young persons mind.
So I,
I'll keep on moving.
Until I,
Reach my pearly Isle.
And I guess yes,
There's no real way of Knowing.
If I,
Will ever be satisfied.
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Stal Kingsley London, UK
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