No more of the same explanations Flowers won’t grow and the world will be swimming in its Own mess. There is no hope. There is no hope anymore? The answer is simple It is up to you and me to decide Whether or not we’d be up to it. Oh, can’t you see the truth We will never reach that crescent sky That moon shaped like a bagel, Or that sky painted red white and blue We’ll never reach any more exceptions I paint with aerosols now Give up the ghost and live your life But I can’t and I won’t, I want to be Superhuman. Clark Kent and a jack of all trades The Gemini in me has spoken. It will not rest until Mr. Anti-Bellum Finds that salvaged glory of his in a mitten- Basket, a basket of goodies and treats For the family deserves it, they’ve been long ways To receiving this masterful contraption It comes with a price though, say goodbye To the love of your life
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