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We're About 9
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Slow Sliding Funk
So I slip into this slow sliding funk of mine Every time I drink a glass of wine My engine revs until the enzyme eventually finds its way To the centers of the cells in my mind
So I sip without fear of the emptiness That has crawled into the gaps in my heart An unstoppable mystery, the fading of the youthful soul That was once a part of me
It was all I had when I had it And all I need when I have it
There's a fallen tree in my garden I never heard it I never heard it hit the ground
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