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Riso, Biso, pee
And I saw 17 of a kin-kind
Unbind the sisters finding themselves
Binding themselves to a stone
Grinding all that life to a lumpy bone
Smooth, smoked cronies
They all forget themselves once
Finding not one time
But three times
That they reside nowhere
Nowhere to hide
Finding themselves as a thin red reed, lanky hide
Finding no one, no one, no one
Seeing they got their fill

Psycho had to overdo, overcome

Withering, wondering
Wondering with her
When should I
When should I go to the store
Oh what kind of thing does this kind of thing record
Oh no
I duh, duh, duh bought it
I duh, duh, duh bought it
I duh, duh, duh bought it, bought a boy

What kind of thing does this thing, kind of thing
What kind of thing does this cut, kinda think
Gotcha, Konda, Konda, Konda
Got a condo up in the fonda
Wait, juh, juh, Jane Fonda

I look like an ant if you look at me
Like that kind thing, and
I look like an ant as well
If you are looking from the top of a tall thing
I am looking like an ant
Looking like an ant
Looking like an ant
Your father, your father
Had a younger sister
And this younger sister birthed me
So I look like an aunt
I look like an aunt to you, too
I look like an aunt
I look like a cousin, too
Maybe to some, maybe to you
I do not know
I do not know
I never studied the grammatical
Grammatical or genealogical
Oh, type things

As I walked
As I walked I saw no grains
So I walked a little more
And I could not find no grains
So I walked a little bit more
And then, to mediate
Soon I built a house
A house with no sturdy foundation
Lacking in sturdy foundation
I could not have survived the monsoon season
No

I was so, so lost
Until I found some kind of sunshine moonshine
I was so lost

Psycho had to overdo, overcome

Mothers said why say
Rolling through, welcome through
I have nothing, nothing, nothing

I was so lost before I saw the chains
On the other side of the blue train tracks
Seeing some hue, scary face
I said I can't get lost in this place

I was so lost
I was so lost
I was so lost
I was so lost until I saw the face of god appear in the sky

So lost

Have sung, some kind
Sweetness

Sung like a horse, sings like a horse
Sweetness

Blackjack and shadows remind me
Of the coming of the tide

I was so lost, lord
I was so lost before I found Jesus
I was so lost
I was so lost
I was found by the Lord, my God
In the ides of March
In the ides of March
In the ides, in the ides
In the idea of March I saw my Lord
And I said to the Lord
My God, my God
Whatcha think I'd say
Forest, harpers
I read to her

Standing, right
Waiting, right
But I cannot see
When the dog has come back to see
When I have not seen it

17 speaks into the love

Psycho had to overdo, overcome

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