No rights: homage.
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Breathe, wild thing.
That’s all you need do.
Your heart will keep beating and your eyes will keep blinking.
Or else, they won’t.
Then it will truly be someone else’s problem.
And, even then, will you breathe easily.
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\…Brother, can you see those birds? They don’t look to heaven
But they don’t need religion, they can see
They go down to the water, drink down on the water
Fly up off the water, leave them be…
…You know I am tired, cold and bony tired
Nothing’s going to save me, I can see
I can’t say I’m fearful, I can’t say I’m not afraid
But I am not resisting, I can see
Now, I don’t need a heaven, and I don’t need religion
I am in the place where I should be
I am breathing water, I am breathing water
You know a body’s got to breathe…
I’m drowning me
(Breathing ourselves)
I’m drowning me
(Breathing ourselves)
Yeah\
Oh, k/no/w.
I set it up.
I think that I saw you laughing (in the dark, Albinus).
While I played a game of Patience
In the corner.
Consider this:
WrittenCasey 