Slimy

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Flor (Instrumental)

Bauble

Kiki

Sitting on a fuckin’ tuffet
Playing my guitar or some shit
I feel like I have got everything
Running through a field of honey
Trying not to think of money
But that’s why I don’t have anything
And I could tell
Of naked summer dreams
The evening sun
Upon your tushy cheeks
But they will get ahold of all the things you really need
Listening to tunes so groovy
Looking at the simple beauty
I could cry looking at everything
Buy a bag of chips and eat em
I would never trade my freedom
Every day, making songs, doin' me
And I could tell
Of fairytales for free
They’re closer now
Than I could have believed
But you would make me struggle every day so I can eat
But down, in the cavern
I swim, in the cavern
I sleep, in the cavern
My roots, in the cavern
(You take everything magical and turn it into math
Take everything beautiful and turn it into cash
Your fearful little fragile world is one day gonna crack
And I’ll crawl from the cavern and come dancing on your ash)

Wend

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