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    The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by With bright knives He releaseth my soul He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places He converteth me to lamb cutlets For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger. Humans worshipping, anger, DonMD3m0nV31ns, demonic, veins, organic, bio, Demon01 style

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    Catch my soul, catch the very light Hide the moment from my eager eyes Though you've seen there, please, don't tell a soul What you can't see, can't be very whole
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I'd hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder and the rain To quietly pass me by
    Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms, too late to beg you Or cancel it, though I know it must be The killing time Unwillingly mine
    So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    Catch my soul, catch the very light Hide the moment from my eager eyes Though you've seen there, please, don't tell a soul What you can't see, can't be very whole
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    You've never seen nothing like it, no, never in your life Like, going up to heaven and then coming back alive Let me tell you all about it (and the world will so allow it)
    So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
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    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    He's been with the world I'm tired of the soup du jour He's been with the world Wanna end this prophylactic tour Afraid nobody around here Understands my potato ((Think I'm only a spudboy Looking for a real tomato))
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you Mountains crumble to the sea It would still be you and me.
    He's been with the world I'm tired of the soup du jour He's been with the world Wanna end this prophylactic tour Afraid nobody around here Understands my potato ((Think I'm only a spudboy Looking for a real tomato))
    Catch my soul, catch the very light Hide the moment from my eager eyes Though you've seen there, please, don't tell a soul What you can't see, can't be very whole
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