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Clothes are the closed minded
You might as well not mind me

Cause you sure are not privy to listening to
And I like to talk
I like to walk
I like to chalk 
It up on the side
Walk

Away 

You are extreme
Keep it simple
Today

Okay??

My garsh!!
We sure do tread marsh
Where is Mark Eiglarsh??

We must come to a meeting point
A resolution 
Is that not fair enough
I ask in God's name
Above

What is fair 
Is sometimes an affair
And all the ways you
Were not there
To tell me where
To stare
Where to glare 
My vision
Its impaired

I have it again
I write like a hen
Sick as sin
Sad as sane

It is all without you babe.

All
With
Outro 

The drums,
The rock
They roll

Sounding like a 
Sub track
Where are your weaves??
Intertwined
With pet peeves
Oh how doesn't one
Grieve

Keep your heart on your sleeve
Please

I wear it out
Only 
Is naive
As 
I they perceive