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"Excuse"
Pour it on
I'll need the usual
Not too late
I hate being by myself
When you're not true
I think too much
My mind is a sponge
There is no truth
To these rumors
I'm straight
Welcome to the break
This stuff in reality
It made everything here
So perfect and free
I took a noble serum
Hit a little farther
I think like a father
My father
Was a martyr
He didn't even try
Don't need to make sure
I woke up in time
For the evening flowers
And the warmed blessings
Hard to make excuses
Hard to make excuses
Hands off
I'm making my test
Passed and failed
Both circles full
Within reach
Ten times I said
Over and over
The days bread
The days bread
Is so wet
No one knows
No one's rose
Might be great
Might be gay
So much for
Vital things
The falls are flowing
Everybody's making servants
Out of all of us
And our hands
There's no way to joy
I'll turn away
And melt into confusion
By the ways
Of a butterfly
Float today
Float today
