"Blown Away" genre: Pop
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	Recorded October 8-9 2002 at Dungeon Studios in Calgary, AB.
	Credits: T. Diddy
	Lyrics Verbal anime, like hands tight in Bombay. With lyrical acrobatics, my style is charismatic. Systematically in charge, diplomatically at large. I'm omni-present like current events to the extent that I torment this segment of peasants. Blown Away. Bombs over Baghdad, pens on my notepad, I found in a want ad. I consider it treason to rhyme without reason. This is the season for a verbal trademark. I'm connecting my rhymes like a shot in the dark. Now Behold - What the eye can't see. Vision is lost - But to what degree. Written on the pages of an ancient diary, of biblical proportions, these lyrical contortions. Bribery and extortion is partial abortion to the etiquette of respect, these feeling I recollect. So what do you figure? Is my ego getting bigger as I hold on to the trigger? The memory will linger like a rustic country singer who puts thoughts in your head and emotions in your soul. So what about you? Are you going to play the roll? Sit back and let someone else take control? With my hands in my pockets and these phones on my head, sometimes I feel your words were better off said. Terminal velocity make growing animosity a physical atrocity when compared to the monstrosity of growing curiosity and absolute viscosity. My style is generosity, just possibly insanity, making vanity profanity and sanity inhumanity. Open your mind. Now Behold - What the eye can't see. Vision is lost - But to what degree.

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