Aluminum Can-The Ditty Bops

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[ar:The Ditty Bops]
[al:Moon Over The Freeway]
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[00:47.74]Crush me down
[00:48.86]An aluminum can
[00:53.75]Poke me with a fork and half baked yam
[00:59.74]Toss me in the frying pan
[01:02.80]I would never bite the hand
[01:05.74]If I could be sure the hand that feeds me
[01:11.93]
[01:17.97]Feeding frenzy on prescription words
[01:23.71]Swallowing the silence that returns
[01:29.65]Falling in footsteps petrified by time
[01:35.53]Under madness are familiar faces
[01:42.83]And you are just a semblance of before
[01:46.77]Following the dust and calling it more
[01:50.21]These are the seeds
[01:51.90]That beseech the leaves for cover
[02:04.02]Hiking canyons where people have fallen
[02:09.34]These are places where some learn to fly
[02:14.89]Breaking escaping molds that are growing
[02:20.39]Stepping over cutting off the ties
[02:51.14]And you are just a semblance of before
[02:54.76]Following the dust and calling it more
[02:58.20]These are the seeds
[03:00.19]That beseech the leaves for cover