Even on the asphalt
I always take the blame
though far removed from my
stomping ground
still,
I shake the tree and
the beat comes down
| Come to this view – | |
| The planets are but marbles That time threw out To place Markers in space And relax the pace And the veins That connect them, Are ours To trace |
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If you don't like my brew
Then sip it through a straw
If its all right with you
I like to keep it raw
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