Sailor


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Now is the time for want, want, want

As needs are met every day, all of the time


It persists like a steady hum, the universal peace heard round the world
That I often wonder when cymbals are allowed to scream
And when the bass line can sidestep its traditional beat
So much needing to need more than want
So much to consider when you make yourself seem so undone, so unstable
Maybe it’s best to let a little of the want in
To entertain the masked treasure of human indulgenc
In the world’s pocket are marvelous things all tangled up into trash
So glorious is this modern sewage leaking through the thread
That sometimes I wonder just how long it’ll last before it finally becomes nothing more than a stain

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