Sometimes I’m up with the morning light.
Sometimes I’m straight as the crow flies.
Sometimes I run with the pack all night,
And I’m just as crooked as loaded dice.
Sometimes I’m sweet as a lollipop,
My love is the sweetest confection.
Sometimes my smile is a scalpel chop
and my love is just vivisection.

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Don’t deal with me.
You don’t know who you’re dealing with.
Don’t try to heal me,
I’m a million pieces and I never was just one.
But if you really want to feel it,
if you really want some,
why don’t you try to steal it?
Don’t you know there are still a millions suns?

Sometimes I am a guardian angel
dispensing mercy.
Sometimes I don’t know where to turn my head
and I ask the devil for plenty.
Sometimes I’m in a Sufi spin,
you can call me Allah.
Sometimes I’m with the muezzin
proclaiming the fatwah.

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Sometimes I think that flesh is grass
and I never want to get out of the river.
You never know when some bombardier
want to turn grass to cinder.
Sometimes I think that the soul is flash,
when we die we’re none the wiser.
Sometimes I’m in the burning crash
and I pull out the survivors.

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