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Ain’t no reason it can’t just start to flow
I’m tired of being tied up
Wired like the tribe that can’t stop the show
I tried, tried to get psyched up
Shoot yourself with you plastic tongue
And sink into the sand
Lay on down watermelon girl
Here comes the harvest man
All I need from you is calm
But you call my house before too long
Yeah
And the beat from the street I no longer believe
Because I’ve heard it before and don’t want anymore
Just to leave us alone, let the good time flow
Relaxing your mind as we float through time
As we were, as we been, as we will be again
When we pick up a line that stood still in time
And remember December, the heat of her sweater
The clock by the tower and the bump of November
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