Taken for granted
Basic and slanted like a tree in the wind
Of the wood
Slanted like the wood
The basic income
The basic good
Taken for granted,
taken for granted
I can see the cure
But I don't want to take it
I'm high on life
and the ride
Is killing me
in spoonfuls
of sugar
She was just some image on the wall
Stuck like a poster
Beyond it all
Yet in the centre
Of the feeling
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