so many things you said last night in your attempt to be forthright how certain things are meant to be if it's of benefit to me this moment's really celestine you said "i'm not sure what that means" but kept it to myself lest i intrude on your sincerity
and you said go reach out and find yourself go reach out and find yourself
i fail to understand these pearls of abject generosity they're all that they appear to be a conscience sold for precious words the meat of your philosophy of tv talk show homily was heaven is within us all i couldn't help but think your heaven must be very small
so i said go reach out and find yourself go reach out and find yourself
God could i use a drink or a cigarette since you're refusing to think guess we'd better get high it's been a while thanks for being so frank, i gotta go you wear your candor and rank like a new trophy bride it's back in style
i felt your need to share some more i felt the pressure knock my door thank God for wood and all it's strength the power to keep you at arms length
go reach out and find yourself go reach out and find yourself
go reach out and find yourself go reach out and fuck yourself
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