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A style parody of The Little Hands of Asphalt, this is more of a quirky song rather than a funny one, just me being mentally observational.

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Imagine Heaven as a place
Where potential pain will have no space
Scenarios that feature qualms
Will not belong where everything is calm

And all the sports that could be violent,
Will all be immediately silenced
But there would be a golf course where we can play,
Since golf was made to be peaceful anyway

Just some friendly competition, no accidental incisions
or heavy basketballs bashing in your head
Heated fighting is a no, keep the scores and temper low
Only the pencils are how we see red

Even the things that people cursed
Will just be laughable in this new universe
And there will be no painful cries
When the sand you swipe gets into your eyes

Losing a ball in the woods will not frustrate you until you could
Hurl your club all the way into the water
Even if you did, the water's clean, not filled with dirt or chlorine
You can put your eyes in to see and not be bothered

Losing a ball in the woods will not frustrate you until you could
Hurl your club all the way into the water
Even if you did, the water's clean, not filled with dirt or chlorine
You can put your eyes in to see and not be bothered

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from Screw You, Mayan Predictions, I've Made Another Album, released October 20, 2013

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Derwood Bowen Columbus, Ohio

Music in a fairly wide array of genres, with my own unusual sense of humor thrown in. I mainly make music for the purpose of entertaining people.

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