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I'm premeditating crime of a personal kind. |
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I'm about to go out of my mind. |
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I'm just about sick to death of taking breath and walking this line of mine. |
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Now, folks that know what's good for them are good at ignoring them, but |
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I just can't put these thoughts down. |
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I'm harrowed and abused, and broken and persued by this notion that follows me around. |
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My heart is hurting, my spirit's burdened. |
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I feel like a liar and a thief for taking air, for being here, unwanted. |
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I look for my final release. |
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Goodbye, goodbye, |
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California, |
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Goodbye, and |
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I'll be moving on. |
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I sang you my songs; |
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I know I'm wrong. |
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Fare thee well, and |
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I'll be moving on. |
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When I'm dead and gone, my immortal home will hold me in its bosom safe and cold |
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No more desires will light their fires, or disturb my immaculate calm. |
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And the birds of the air, and the beasts of the soil, and the fishes of the desperate sea will know who |
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I am, and out substance will expand as part of everything-- as part of everything, my |
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God as part of everything and the clouds will roll and the wind will blow and the beautiful birds will sing. |
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Goodbye, goodbye, |
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California. |
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Goodbye to your waving trees, to your succulent wind, and all my friends. |
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Fare thee well. |
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Goodbye. So be it. |
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Amen. Amen. |
