Fountain of Good Fortune

I see a problem I'm not willing to adress
 And I take pleasure in not wanting to impress
 Cuz I'm drinking from the fountain of good fortune
 And I see beauty and technology
 In the simple sense amount of history
 And its all too easy with the privilege of the fountain of good fortune
 I've been washed, I've been anointed
 I've eaten the body of the Lord
 It's from the fountain of good fortune
 Brings dirty, cloudy water
 That pollutes the mind of anyone around.
 Holding on to my own, burn it down when I'm gone
 Holding on to my own,
 Holding on
 Holding on to my own, burn it down when I'm gone
 Holding on to my own,
 Holding on
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 Holding on to my own, (Times have been wierd)
 Burn it down when I'm gone
 (Back to the morge)
 Holding on to my own, (Tune out the solitude)
 Holding on
 Holding on to my own, (Times have been wierd)
 Burn it down when I'm gone (Back to the morge)
 Holding on to my own, (Tune out the solitude)
 Holding on