Gas Dream

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Jigsaw puzzling (loves and for muzzling?)
Shut off the aquaduct
(Not much you got?) for guzzling
When you take the ugly duckling and give his living some meaning
Now you got the answer
Curing all the cancer
From building blocks, to grocery spots. On tabletops and city blocks.
When clicking on the idiot box (your fine here niche?) is what we're taught.
You could call it a riddle, stuck in the middle.
Searching for objects
Can you reply, can you rewind? stuck in the bind.
Wishing I could just turn back time.
Remove and intertwine.
Some leave, some stay behind.
We search and find the perfect space
It's all erased.
Once in a while a smile's composed. Once in a while a file is closed.
Killin a case what's next to unfold for detective, sergeant, "OH".
New and improved, my prayers have been answered.
How can it all run so 360? I'm confused, cause I've been abused.
Feelings always intermixing.
What's next for the resovoir dog floating the river on hollow logs
Making a journey to Exodus.
Wondering who's the next for this.
It's like a rubix cube, minus the cube and rubix.
It's just you there. Now you stare at your hands, see?
These are the most important pieces secondary to the imagination station
That sits in between your two ears, and steers your exo-skeleton
To make what you do relevant.
Within these gears, you change the world.
Blow up mountains, repair bones, fix leaky faucets,
And send up messages through rockets, gidgets, gadgets and sprockets.
A man who's makin some profits
While the unfortunate They fall off, it's just the way it goes.
Now heres the tricky part.
You gotta start from birth, conquer turf, mark your Earth no matter the amount.
You got your plot it's to make it worth something, even if everyone else is fronting.
And avoid the noid to be like, "I didn't have the time to provoke the effort to make the ends meets to complete the measures."
They never lead to treasures, only add more to the pressures.
Coming faulty with the pleasures that are profitable and put you in the lead.
You gotta think with speed. It's a lifesize jigsaw puzzle.
Get what you need, or the answer to the meaning will crumble.
You'll stumble, you'll fumble.
Won't be able to rumble with the rest of the participants in this game.
It would be pretty lame if you ended up the same, you see.
It's like a rubix cube, minus the cube and rubix.
It's just you there.
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The heart-shaped box, sitting together between two rocks. Opportunity knocks.
Another strand of love to form the locks. Drape in the eyes.
Mistaken for disguise. Treading water in all different walks.
The days keep passing by. The grease bubbles, it pops in a pan across the land.
Struggle to gain financial pain falls like acid rain.
A man stands in his own picks from a bone thrown to the dogs.
A fan of falling deeply in it, call him the lieutenant.
Such a devoted fan to living comfortable on the Earth.
A wrinkle in time on a Grandfather Clock stalking,
Hit since birth.
For what it's worth he believes in karma, and all that it brings back.
But your still comes fairly, easing off counter attacks.
Diseased in all this blender, negativity fills the cracks.
And craters in the brain of a human being in the music seem fact.
A creator loves creating 'til creating becomes monotonous.
Then to the art his heart can't be monogamous.
At last, the magic wears off. Now it's a job.
The heart can't muster the energy to throb or get it's head to bob.
A lob to a teammate won't last on a greater scale.
Cause you later fail, waiting for the dog to chase it's tail.
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From building blocks, to grocery spots. On tabletops and city blocks.
When clicking on the idiot box (your fine here niche?) is what we're taught.
You could call it a riddle, stuck in the middle.
Searching for objects
Can you reply, can you rewind? stuck in the bind.
Wishing I could just turn back time.
Remove and intertwine.
Some leave, some stay behind.
We search and find the perfect space
It's all erased.
Once in a while a smile composed. Once in a while a file is closed.
Killin a case what's next to unfold for detective sergeant, "OH".
New and improved, my prayers have been answered.
How can it all run so 360? I'm confused, cause I've been abused.
Feelings always intermixing.
What's next for the resovoir dog floating the river on hollow logs
Making a journey to Exodus.
Wondering who's the next for this.
Out with the old ideas, bring in the new ideas.
Bonding is encouraged, separation discouraged.
In order for us to flourish this planet break apart the granite
Marketing strategists kick it in the gleuteous-maximus
Spitting industrial pollution out the contusion of our adjectives.
Later's better than never in this jigsaw that we formulate.
Some would say it's all up to you. Some would say hands are pulling strings
Calculating every move you make. Explaining how you do your thing.
DNA, and doctors know a lot to have answered. To map out genes
And pass out features through strains.
That would explain why we're so vain when it comes to the name,
A personalized signature verifying your originality. Or is it simply a title passed on by your first idols.
Apparently the answer varies family to family. So the candy can be poisoned, or just too sweet to handle.
Do ya see?
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