you don't understand the sort of recreation i need
put me down in a big gray field with a little brush in hand
send your dog my way, i'll teach her how to be- free of charge of course
send her back and she'll sit good but oh it makes you wonder
i'll be that other half
i'll crawl in your ear and pick at your ideas
pull, extract, degrade, confound
and this will be my song each day
until i choose to lay down or He takes me by the hand
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