LIQUID VISION
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ROUGH AND TUMBLE
Ah monday tumbling relentlessly on back around
The mobile clamours rapes the fading waning night
My eyes are stuck they’re glued together
Gonna be tough to gauge the weather
Nigh on impossible to gauge the morning light
One thought transforms itself it slithers lazily into another
An inch becomes a foot that slowly not so surely
Puts itself unsteadily tentatively one foot
One foot before the other
I wish to God I wish to Christ that I could draw on some reserve
A thicker skin a wholly non depletable reserve
Would take the rough
Rough and tumble ups and downs
Oh would the rough
The rough become
The rough become the smooth
Remove the stubble
Shave the furrows
Shear the furrows from my face
Lock all that shit some damn safe
Some deep impenetrable godforsaken place
Would take the rough
Rough and tumble ups and downs
Oh would the rough
The rough become
The rough become the smooth
Remove the stubble
Shave the furrows
Shear the furrows from my face
Lock all that shit some damn safe
Some deep impenetrable godforsaken place
Would take the rough would take the rough
Would take the rough the rough and tumble
Would take the rough
Would take the rough
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