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no more
no more worries
take a deep breath
of the sweet country air
put some sunshine in your pocket
or moonbeams if you dare
walk through a golden meadow
feel time pass you by
hear the wind whisper
“oh i can teach you how to fly””
walk through some frozen tundra
ones that tickle at the touch
never thought id love the cold
i never thought id love it this much
dont worry yourself
with worries or with strife
unless your worries consist
of a gun or a knife
your prolly ponderin
whats wrong with wonderin woes?
as little worry now and then
keeps the socks on my toes
id like to say your right
but your not
not quite
having too much worry
is just plain impolite
empty the worries from your mind
till its barren
and listen to the words
of the great Bobby McFerrin
just dont worry
just be happy
love peace and harmony
its really simple actually
no more
no more worries
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what was it like
when you rode on a toad?
listening carefully
to the stories of old
crimson sun
on the run from a hole
as black as some coal
contrasted to snow
what was it like
when you stood by christ?
as he sat in the alleyway
shootin some dice
jesus won every game
then he gloated
he only won games
cause his dice was loaded
what did you think
he wasn’t sour but was sweet?
hate to break it to you
but jesus is a cheat
never saw it coming
never thought hed get arrested
bested by the men
that he detested
wars
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