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Water
I was up last night with my own thoughts as company
Is that a wise thing to do in this state of insanity
I have not lost my mind if that is what you thought
I sit here looking at the water that has to be bought.
What was once free
we have to pay
steamed
sparkling
purified
distilled
from a glade
The taste is off
I have to laugh
It should have no taste at all
inside my glass
We pay for the bottle
We pay for the glass
We pay for the wrapper
We pay out our ass
What have we done to something that is free
Water does not taste as pure as it can be
In return to appease the mass
We get 5 cents for a bottle
Yup I feel like an ass
Is that a wise thing to do in this state of insanity
I have not lost my mind if that is what you thought
I sit here looking at the water that has to be bought.
What was once free
we have to pay
steamed
sparkling
purified
distilled
from a glade
The taste is off
I have to laugh
It should have no taste at all
inside my glass
We pay for the bottle
We pay for the glass
We pay for the wrapper
We pay out our ass
What have we done to something that is free
Water does not taste as pure as it can be
In return to appease the mass
We get 5 cents for a bottle
Yup I feel like an ass
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