You've got flowers and sword fights An oceanic conglomeration Of things changing And ever changing.   A fever, A sickness, Depression.
Baby, Hit that little brown twisted thing Let it kiss your lips Get higher than a kite on THC.  
Take all your clothes off Allow yourself the be exposed. Observe your surroundings and open your doors.   Unravel the
Gotta catch em' Photograph them, Take them in like colored black and white pretty ditty photographs Taken by the man.
Just a simple touch A pinch of this A dash of that An array of colors reflecting earth and warmth
And it's alright. It's alright. You're alright. Alright? Alright.   You don't have to do a thing, You don't have
When the sun sets on the city, It doesn't set on my soul. Dreams and imagination escaping from chains. When
I need to be inspired I need to be inspired Like the fish cold water that lifts the sand beneath
He made me feel unfinished. As if this piece of me I've yet to find Was looming. Jingling.   I
It's staggering The darkness With red light, green, and yellow.   But that glow That stop and go beat To
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