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Fall down on my face, I trip toward my retreat. Seeking Your embrace. Blindly I find that I need only You. More, more, more for me, me, me. Bought into their mentality.
Andy's gonna be a marine. He'll eat mashed potatoes and a can of cold baked beans. He'll be out there digging a latrine. 'cause Andy's gonna be a marine.
One plus one is one. I know it's crazy but it's true. One plus one is one. And that one is me and you. . It's mathematics. You know the score. When you talkin' about you and me.
There's a story that we like to tell. Down in the back room we know so well. Southside of Austin. Where these blackout monkeys woke-up often. In a dirty saloon, yes.
Get down and pray to the oven. She thinks that God is there, in there. Do you see Sylvia in the oven?. Colossal fact, Daddy's ex don't let you read. Here's what she sees.
Is there a reason to be alive?. It's just another reason to fucking lie. Where is the answer now? where is the sign?. Because we cannot take this anymore.