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Can you treat it like an oil well,
when it's underground, out of sight?
and if the sight is just a whore sign
can it make enough sense to me?
pretend the table is a trust knot,
we'll put our labels down, faith is down
and watch the yards of twine unravel
and you'll never get it back-
it's what i want, don't you know
we could make it dry
"i've been crowned, the king
of it and it is all we have so
wait to hear my words and
they're diamond sharp i could
open it up if it's up and down"