we had no
trouble with the face of any plot
when I’d been out stealing when in closet I was caught
I said never but I was the first to direct you
cause your own suicide was legal as infractures
I’m on a train without a traction
I’m lost on a road that owns a fraction
I’m rasing my stake while my time
I’m spending on rubber dolls and outlaws
but I tracked you to collect you protect you
from mercy from morals and I never would neglect you or be cold
from my angers my laughs that ain’t rolling
like your own genocide was mentally directed by
forces sweet forces that deranged you
or be cocked or outknocked by amazing
staindrops but It’s been so wrong but It’s been so long
yes I’ve been a fool to be tempted to treat you
for beating the record the simonized packard
the girl on the roam that ain’t never getting picked up smashed up
stuck inside a resto rumble
I got the phone but I never get a dial tone
angels could have crooked you
could have booked you
to go tripping in timbuktu
but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew
white outlined curfew
forces no forces could retain you
or be clocked or be blocked in outrageous
pit stops but I’ve been so wrong yes I’ve been so long
yes I’ve been so wrong to be there to protect you
I’m not the wrecker the window the mekka
the man on the roam that ain’t never getting backed up smashed up
steering like a renegade rambler
I got the phone but I never got the dial tone
but Instead I’m calling to a rapped up and mapped up a stoned
with my breeze a number one yeah I’m a song an open door
while all my patients are rude well I’m a inspecting the rodeo
and not adore ya or bore ya
but about warn you I gotta listen far ya
love is the rapture honesty failure
love is the record that I won’t play for you
angels could have crooked you
could have booked you
to go tripping in timbuktu
but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew
white outlined curfew
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