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I'm looking all around me And there's so much room to move But I don't believe in miracles Should I put my faith in you? I lay down in the evening And
Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow A lonely restitution of pavement pomp and show I seek a thousand answers I find but one or two
Flyin' through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel The earth is turnin' and you know it very well Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheelin'
Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard Ordered states of nature on a scale which no one thinks about Don't speak to me of anarchy
Lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet Searching like a Diogenes Dangerous, the adjective of the decade And of your alluring intricacies
It's a matter of prescience no, not the science fiction kind It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading, disjointed
proud of history replete with sanctity Orbs in their harmony they sing their code to me Have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you're in? The terse
Offer me eternity And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime Lookin' for a handout On behalf of those who have so little time But who wants to live on
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high I guess it made him feel like he could bluff the system