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Sublime

by @declan-mills

Am I afraid of easy chords. Silly Rhymes and cheesy words, To get myself into the loop, Become a Supergroup? A smile, a flash, mag and a bang, You’ll let me into your gang. Keep me safe with brawny dudes From semi-conscious semi-nudes. Please take this Lord’s Apprentice And turn him into a God. Not a Saviour Of Pleasuremania, But a Rabid, Raging Dog. Sublime. Sublime. Should I use my knife to butter up, Not cynically cut her up. Shake the hand of slimy fate, Embrace the things I love to hate. Recant in a million interviews How to wake up and beat the blues, Become a Lucky Laughing Boy, A world wide web wind up toy. Please take this Lord’s Apprentice And turn him into a God. Not a Saviour Of Pleasuremania, But a Rabid, Raging Dog. Sublime. Sublime.
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