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Made of Monkey Meat

Like a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets

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John
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Schools:
The selfish: they're all standing in line,
Faith in their hope and to buy themselves time.
Me, I figure as each breath goes by,
I only own my mind.

The north is to south what the clock is to time.
There's east and theres west and there everywhere life.
I know that I was born and I know that Ill die.
The in between is mine.
I am mine.

And the feeling it gets left behind.
The innocence broken with time.
Were different behind the eyes, theres no need to hide.
We're safe tonight.

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