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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => The Seed Discussion Forum => Topic started by: ScrewUp 74 on August 19, 2002, 12:57:00 AM
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There's a place called the Seed
where there's help for those who need
where my poor restless heart can be free
like a branch on a tree
I keep reaching to be free
Movin' on... Movin' on
Movin' on
There's a place called the seed
and before I find my need
got to find me a place at the Seed
like the joys of the earth
I've found what my life is worth
Movin' on... Movin' on
Movin' on
There was a place called the seed
My brain was washed completly clean
I was stripped of in-di-vid-u-ality
with twenty eight years behind
it still weighs upon my mind
Can I move on?
Can I move on?
Can I move on?
Can anybody come up with more catchy verses to this oldie but goodie tune? Were there other verses that I don't remember?
[ This Message was edited by: ScrewUp 74 on 2002-08-18 22:17 ]
[ This Message was edited by: ScrewUp 74 on 2002-08-18 22:20 ]
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The seed indeed is all I need
to fry my brain and make it bleed
You come each day from ten to ten
Whats for lunch, Oh No not P&J again!
When I have to crap why do you look
and log my movements in that book?
My drug use now is an exagerated lie
at open meetings my mom will cry!
At night locked up I don't make a peep
and try like hell to get three hours sleep
one day I'll get out and then you'll see
You haven't heard the last from me!
applause
thank you, thank you, thank you.....