In the morning 'bout three or so
Can't stop thinking about what I know
In the morning 'bout three or so
Can't stop thinking of the universe
I keep rocking, I keep rolling
Trade in the minute for a minute that isn't there
Keep dropping, keep rolling
Put out the fire with the water
Thinking creosote
I the morning with a beat up bud I know
I can't fight a war without losing blood
In the morning 'bout three or so
Can't stop seeking what I need to know
God is in the mountain as is in the rock
And god is not concerned about keeping stock
So keep rocking, keep rolling
Trade in the minute for a minute that isn't there
Keep dropping, keep rolling
Put out the fire with the water
Thinking creosote
All he ever wanted was to be alone
But you can't feel...
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