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Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you I'm dysmorphic in doses Imagine trying to Shit out Twelve red roses It's how I do but not everybody knows it. Imagine how I'd feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist. When I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you It's some kind Psychosis, don't what you call it, oneness might be the closest. A psychotropic segment so tasteless, it tastes sweet. And then it changes, When I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you