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the baby's not screaming enough
the singer's not singing enough
ramana's not breathing, to us
behold the unsheathing, it's love
.
the blade is not ready to cut
it's dull from our thinking, it's rough
Free love is a world i can't linger too long in
"free love" was just another party
for the hippies to ruin
.
behold the unsheathing, it's love
behold the unsheathing, it's love
.
Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son
Free love, i can't afford to add up what you fkers are made of