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Proton Salad
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Lyrics:
Seems alright my grips won’t try to unbind you,
The brief’s already proved,
When the leaves fall down and sheaf face down to admire you,
Won’t you cull one of those?
Lead the trails and crease the wobbly space through,
The shortest trace begins,
To deform the streams and thorn the closest beams to
Adjust the broadway’s seams
Particles split…
Bound to find sometimes similar minds to deny the traps that stiff the falling paths… in times…
Inlay dots all sticky compound in your sticky head,
Conclude that you own your own sticky friend,
Who denies all the trippy gaps and alloy both swinging paths
Into the hollow voids within minds
Getting around slowly like two cosmic cracks could only,
Cracks in between two repulsive stories,
Desperate wave in the wobbly gaps, traces laid in the cosmic snap,
Portraying brand new cosmic glory
Particles split…
Bound to find sometimes similar minds to deny the traps that stiff the falling paths… in times…
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