a mother went up to the mountain
she said it was
red and yellow through this dirty window pane
disturbing your sediments
With hardened hands
Make a fist
And take down the wall
With
Good ol' Jack McGee
Yeah, we all think you should go
A menagerie of green is sleeping silently at ease as
We pass the time in the stormy weather,
Thinking of sunshine,
Not
we all know, that the tension, is getting higher
well it's
I recall my father
Strong and sturdy
Solid as the ground
I recall
eternitity is pressed against my eyelids
by brittle fists that i
as I begin
to sink into this fate that I
Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling
no, don't want the world
yeah, cause you'll wanna have everything
and
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