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The Moment Sending more uno mas than a dog's bone; outfitting, on the street,, or on the dock, or in house A simposium of time, not just walking off, but gone as well, away, so that all is taken apart This day we do not stoop our ear, or show our window tongue,, to anyone; as we become a way to wind up for tomorrow Seeing is simple when your stoned, it just leaves,, goes away, refuses to be a part of you anymore Once again; this time truth won't tie you into a knot; We watched it all and Adam swallowed it instead Lately she was standing there waiting for the flower, The bragging says I have power and it places me alone So many without a place; the whole world on call Destitute and true as a drum beat that has sank, but for this sound that won't come back; It's not the bitch or the bastard your coming from. when your dying from love and addiction.