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"Baobab" Hey, babe. Get in the Baobab. This deep hollow can keep your swollen soul too. Hey babe, listen to the whisper of сlawed paws in a gap There inside, we are such...we’ll be better too. ...
I'm walking barefoot on a bed of thorns, My feet are ripped and sore and torn. I walk over the deadly spikes, The promise of your love in my sights.
Empty promises to loving hearts, injects its poison to those tender parts. You shed your skin, so worn and withered, to seek shelter in peace you slithered.
I carry a dead relationship around with me It stays quiet most of the time But it's festering corpse always looms over me, Sometimes haunting me still With its rotting remains.
Twisted honey suckle so fertile it sows, bows down gracefully as she spins on the root of her toes. Proudly entwined to her leaves that flower that gives her beauty, which enhances her power.
My life was like a lift, It went up and it went down. Sometimes I got stuck halfway up But I could only frown. I didn't often have to call maintenance, Things sorted out themselves.
This butterfly will not be lost, this butterfly will not be broken. I will save you from all the words youre chokin. Youre butterfly will live free, your butterfly will go its way.
An ocean plays across the sand, A trick, a test, a taunt. But when the tide goes out for dark, Who then the sand will taunt.
Welcome to my Humpty Dumpty World. Where all is fragile and delicate. Be careful not to stumble Clumsiness will be curse.
If pigs could fly. I’ll meet you at the restaurant at the end of the universe. We’ll talk about the world and things that may not matter. If pigs could fly.