The Suns shine, showed,
a duet, puppet master,
a blink of these eyes, catching
Like it was intended to be,
I know what I saw
Reflections of a rainbow all disguised,
like your eyes it changed colors in the night
Cannot say what is felt is whats real,
someones gotta swallow, and someones gonna deal
The visions of the repetitive ways to mind f--k the South
Put one and one together,
figuring it'll bloom out
Those strings I saw,
pouring down with the rain,
twisting as the wind turned
avoiding all the blame,
Tickets been stubbed,
as a hole dug,
left for dead, the White men fled
while dealing with withdrawal

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