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Kidneythieves Miscellaneous Mustard Seed Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want them Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian paintbrush Faith was Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me Or after all, will I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling And the brisk walking heartbeat won't tire me, it keeps me strong Faith was Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me Pillar of salt, shaker of black Killer of thought, turning my back Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be humble about it I like the rain, I like going against the grain Seems to me I'm cutting out a simple pattern ---she was weak--- Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each other Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed upon me --she walked away-- FAMILIAR No, won't leave this habit... Earth, fire, water air In the open eye, familiar You are my sacred pet, eases all my killing time Seek with me in candlelight Dust the cobwebs in my mind No, won't leave this habit Follow, sit, heal, lay You will never stray, familiar You can't hide, your face is blind I call you by my side No, won't leave this habit Even if we take the best of each other Even if I hate to see you own another Even if we make the worst of each other Even if we play a game with one another It's familiar Earth, fire, water, air In the open mind, familiar Scratch the surface, you're in too deep Bite the hand that's feeding me No, won't leave this habit Even if we take the best of each other Even if I hate to see you own another Even if we make the worst of each other Even if we play a game with one another It's familiar |
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