come sailing on this little boat i made
take a tour of all the little things you hate
and you'll see the light, you'll see that life is
not what you make it
strip off your skin, the
mess you're in
just lie down and take it
a little whirlpool right inside your brain
paper cripples as it ripples down the drain
you wanted me more than words could say
i lick your wounds at the end of your weary
but you waltz with your worries you
dance with your broken back you're twisted,
contorted
you're kittens in a burlap sack
one day i'll whittle all your dreams away

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