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Warrior Soul Chill Pill

marshes, bushes Hard concrete marsh. Oh, come away, come away This art calls in the passionate heart Ah, summer days the daze slip away Like our father's souls

Inside, Inside my mind Feelings thought evolution left behind Look out at the shattered weeping billions Destroyers of your own civilization Look out

Please reach off this tarnished hour Drink peace again only for my own Brave season lost in love The brilliant branches touching all Warm branches touch

Old King cole was a merry old soul Yes a merry old soul was he Kick it on down, Kick in on down Kick it Pelham 1, 2, 3 No one gets out, No one gets