Hunting For Father

I don't owe you anything, you're asking me what this is for
This is for the half of me that actually can kiss some more
Opportunity awaits for no one is deprived of it
Copy me, do what I do, it's easy to rely on it

Half of me is Africa, half of me is trailer park
Gradually the glass machine will happily pull me apart
All boys float the same in California tonight

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Now in a moment elapsed anything can happen here
You were standing in her stomach open wound and unprepared
Hesitate, the sky did fall, looked him straight, no option now
Now I'm sorry, make a promise, take an option, make a vow

Taking off my thorn of crowns, everything is picture clear
All the imagery in history is always living here, dead
By a fossil on a park bench on thirteenth and smith next to his head

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