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It feels so good to own a new book
That I forget to get sick of drinking
Don't notice my canoe rush toward exile
And make friendly remarks to the sky

Restraining a sexual impulse
What for? I guess no reason
So let it take over the token booth

You know everyone in the world
And you're coming at me with a push pin
Come, see, conquer me, why not

I'm enjoying the warmth
Of the torches burning my fields
And I admire the towers
You're building on every hill

This is what we do here
Wait patiently for the present moment
Then grab hold as it flies by