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- In the mouth a desert

 

Can you treat it like an oilwell,
when it's underground, out of sight?
And if the sight is just a whore sign
can it make enough sense to me?
Pretend the table is a trust knot
we'll put our labels down, faith is down
And watch the yards of twine unravel,
And you'll never get it back -it's what I want don't you know, we could make it dry -"I've been crowned, the king of it and it is all we have so wait to hear my words and they're diamond sharp I could open it up if it's up and down"

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