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Thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth I can't seem to stop and talk to them Fear tries, to pierce the armor of truth Hollow point sniper hyperbole I can't, seem To follow a pendulum And there must be organic cures for me Report to base Instrumental Case Here's the map to my oubliette One more, I'm flying with Brian my friend Hold me, Bonavista baby Moose meat, Neighboured a medley of beans Screech me I's the boy that built the boat I's the boy that sailed her I's the boy the sunk the ship You're the one that save me, With love You make me flow You help me to grow You make me glow You help me to know From Letras Mania