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Thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth I can't seem to stop and talk to them Fear tries to pierce the armor of truth Hollow point sniper hyperbole I can't seem To follow a pendulum And there must be organic cures for me Report to base Instrumental Case Here's the map to my oubliette Once more I'm flying with Brian my friend Hold me Bonavista baby Moose meat Neighboured a medley of beans Screech me I's the b'y that built the boat I's the b'y that sailed her I's the b'y the sunk the ship You're the one that save me With love You make me flow You help me to grow You make me glow You help me to know Thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth I can't seem to stop and talk to them Fear tries, to pierce the armor of truth Hollowpoint sniper hyperbole |