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am my sicks
I know where I am
I just can't tell where
all I can say is I'm in another land
and the people use shells there
this pain
all this pain
I mean
at first it felt fair
rare air
I paint worried
I breathe fear
inhale hale
exhale hailed
you sea there
and many siezed here
during the breeze and why pennies
become seeds
wants become needs
we planting blunts hoping to grow weeds
but we know these things
already
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I just can't tell where
all I can say is I'm in another land
and the people use shells there
this pain
all this pain
I mean
at first it felt fair
rare air
I paint worried
I breathe fear
inhale hale
exhale hailed
you sea there
and many siezed here
during the breeze and why pennies
become seeds
wants become needs
we planting blunts hoping to grow weeds
but we know these things
already
© All Rights Reserved
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