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And when they saw me

Rowin my sailin canoe

Across the lake of dreams

In the Lotus Valley Swamp,

And arrested me

For the size

Of my heart,

T’s’ then I decided

‘Don’t Come Back’

They’ll eat your heart alive

Every time.

But there’s more blood

I shed

Outa my pumpin heart

At Teotihuacan

And everywhere else

Including Turban Block,

Lookout, Ork –

I got more water

Pissed in the Ocean

As a sailor of the several

seas

Than Sallow’s

Aphorism

will allow