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Jun 2017
I heard thunder outside
I was thinking lightening in the drain
The sound cleared things up
Like a new set of guitar strings

I always wanted to see a piano shatter
It's better just to learn how to play it
That's how you make light in a hole
The power of creation finds new things

Don't make the insects mad
Oh yeah they're listening to you
Karma has ears everywhere
Crawling from holes wearing ghost wings

Sell the stage to the first punk you see
He won't pay you but that's the point
Let him entertain you before he's evicted
He shows us how to walk the night like Kings
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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