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How love can knock me down one slap of wrist
I cant quite grasp I geolocate instead
As if a baby zoom x y and zed
Your patronage appends a puerile twist
You rant and roar enough you form a fist
I blink yes out of my clear conscious head
As if a dabbling diner fugu dead
You sit in blind spots sweet I get your gist
In bias I mouth your talk extremes of meme
You factor out a population growth
Id factor in per capita on oath
I mumble munted nod your sour old dream
I guess us gasping stuck in some stampede
Yet stay shush whilst on greed you draw a bead
Chorus stampede charge rush