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2003-07-15 - 7:50 a.m. every single dream I reach for falls like sand through my hands in this mirage, in this garage in which the opener jams because the linkage has some kinkage, gets hung up on demand and catches cars as if they're flies and crushes kids into yams and it's torture so I torch it as I tear from the stands because the seat's not worth the heat and there is no simple plan the teams are beat, nothing to eat, and there is no more beer man even the riot just went quiet since the plagues hit the land the token cannon smoked the man and shannen dougherty ran a weary actor hosts fear factor -- I just don't understand why does the ram of the dynamic break down every fan? and then it happened I was rappin' and it played like a band in perfect blends of upward trends and rescued me from the bland and now I sing about this thing because it's here that I stand yes, you might say we've gone astray but it's more like we can't land it isn't fair we're in the air like dust blown out of the can so take this tip and don't you flip and say I'm crashing your van Because I'm real and I can feel what you are going through man! no I don't judge or try to nudge there's only one who is grand A mighty force within its course opens the mysteries and all the chaos goes away as we give place to God's plan � � |