if you could only see like I do
I see you gotta run without
There's a hellhound on your trail
He's bound to bring you down
And the love key to every door,
It's pushed and it's shoved
till it's lost in the shad
there's a state of peace of mind
You can make it real, man,
it's yours, it's all a gift
You wells, they're stashed under
in an old red spotted rag
they're getting stifled in that bag
know there's something else,
Sometimes a flower gets caught
It gets pushed and it's shoved
Till it's lost in a shadow of pain
The heat regulator's gone all out of tune
Gotta get yourself a bigger spoon
Gotta get up, get a hold on yourself,
Baby, baby, carry on like you
I've been down that road myself,
I'd hand you something better,
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