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Thoughts of you today

How this corrupted reality

Shuns the misfits

Too f-in' beautiful for their weed garden

Take my hand, raise some hell in that garden

Stand tall, be who you are

I hear you calling

Drawing me fore

From the distant exhile I was shunned to

An outcast, a lone wulf strolling along the ashy Highway

This pull from you

Vibrating through my whole being

We are too f-in' beautiful for this reality

That shuns us from their weed garden

Let us raise some hell in that garden

I am answering your call

Thrusters on full speed forth

Yea,

We are too f-in' beautiful

For reality's weed garden