from ripe to rotten too real to live should i lie down or stand up and walk around again my eyes finally wide open up my eyes finally wide open shut to find a found of sound that hears the touch of my tears smells the taste of all we waste could feed the others but we smother each other with the nectar and pucker the sour bitter sweet weather blows through our trees swims through our seas flies through the last gas we left on this earth it s a long lonely journey from death to birth it s a long lonely journey from death to it s a long lonely journey from death to birth oh it s a long lonely journey from death to birth should i die again should i lie around the pounds of matter willing through space i know i ll never know until i come face to face with my own cold dead face with my own wooden case it s a long lonely journey from death to birth it s a long lonely journey from death to it s a long lonely journey from death to birth oh it s a long lonely journey from death to birth1
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