Don't call it an experiment
I pray my hours and
it pays the rent
and if it gets a little
Slidey slide
sometimes you know
I've got to feel the glide
Don't dare call me a heretic
You ain't the first
they never made it stick
a little bent well
So's a long bow
I spit my say so
like an arrow flow
Don't call it
a holding pattern
I've just been roaming
with my lonely lantern
maybe someday I'll get found
say I stayed pretty honest
I'll be bound
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