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i will live a life engorged on the meat of spectacular experiences i will shoot on sight anyone who tries to take it away and they will evaporate into nothingness my mind is empty and capable of empathy with other empty minds my heart is dark my heart is bright it is empty and resonating full of second chances and first times but where o where will i sleep tonight? where o where will i sleep tonight? i pour myself some tea of lavender oh love eludes me baby I’m confused but i can’t help it because I’m chasing it through an emerald labyrinth hildegard von bingen baby teach me how to heal every broken heart with a medicine made from lavender i will never sleep at night i don’t need no sleep at night I’m in love with a little lady named lavender my body is a nexus of two thousand and sixteen points of christian convergence and this body is much more than a resurgence I’m the resurrection of the dead man and the woman pray for all the priests, just kiddin baby baby, pray pray for me, pray on your knees with your precious mouth wide open, hormones pumping lets get them little white rabbits jumping thank god there is no god above us to control us but who is there among us to console us? who will lead the humans in the chorus? lavender tea, pray pray pray pray pray for me

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O, don't you feel dangerous skirting along this sinister edge? O, to be in love again, staring into her pretty eyes. Friend, your job & your savings, your automobile, your concert ticket stubs, your Red Sox hat backwards: you know all the right people but you don't know what to say. You get along with all the prisoners but you never feel safe. You know all the right people but you suffer like a fool! Yea you're the prince of the party now, they say you're still cool. This heat can't be measured by this cup of sweat. After all, it's something you feel. La, la, la, la, I think it's safe to say I told you so. You fell in love before, you didn't fall too far, yea. O, to be in love again! Well, the roof caved in as you kissed her feet and you waltzed over to the bar. You know all the right people but you suffer like a fool! Yea you're the prince of the party now, they say you're still cool. Cool. O, to be in love again! O!

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You would think that love is dead This is for people with broken heads Word gets around People live in fear But the big baddest in town Is the person of the year You would think that love is war Which is what we’ve done before Word gets around People live in fear But the big bad baddest in town Is the person of the year They tell you at the party that the party can’t stop They tell you on the boat that the boat can’t be rocked They tell you what they tell you cause they ain’t telling you a lot They tell you at the party that the party can’t stop Round and round and round A circular cycle of fear But the big baddest in town Is the person of, the person of, the person of, the person of the year

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The world has gone completely mad And I don’t care You can taste it in the water You can smell it on our breath The world has gone completely insane They lost their minds inside of their brains The world has gone completely mad But that’s alright Let ‘em fight The world don’t give a fuck ‘bout your shit So who gives a shit? Hey, it doesn’t really matter Fecal human waste of flesh The world won’t need to end if it ends Before we kill this ungodly suspense The world don’t give a fuck ‘bout your shit And it’s about time, Let ‘em die The world is overlooking the facts But relax You can tweet it on your twitter Once you figure out the superior source The world has gone completely mad No reason to feel sorrow or sadness The world is on the brink of collapse But relax -- listen to the sax

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This one's for the kids, 'cause they don't have any beautiful music. All they got is overpriced education, but they won't get paid to use it. And I know you all get high but your little brothers and your little sisters don't yet, and you're the apple of their eye, but you're just doing what the Man has shown you. You should try to be a better example for them all! You should be like Jesus Christ and grow a pair of balls! Idiots give speeches, radiation in the beaches. Not enough artistic pieces that make us more like Jesus! Not enough liberation, let's rise to the occasion. Too much violent action, too many hardline factions. This one's for the kids -- may God grant them protection. We should aim to make amends with enemies and friends! We should sing more pretty songs and stop glorifying sin! I could rant and rave about this on and on and on -- but this one's for the kids who all sing "La, la, la, la, la!" So spit out all the Babylonian Kool-Aid, la, la, la, la, la -- 'cause this one's for the kids who all sing "La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!"