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Sometimes I get to thinking

You know me

I let my silly self go

Goals of moving away

Doing what I was born to do

Reading all these success stories

Skaters making albums

Painters making albums

Sculpters making albums

Directors making albums

Get myself going

Fired up for another one

This ain't so bad

Can last another season

Planes coming in

Two weeks of fun

Then silly me

The text will hit

Silly boy, dreams are for kids

Time to follow the devil

To the top of the moutains

Your Golgotha is not yet defeated

More blood is required

Drain, baby, drain

Lucy might have lasted longer

Wicked wings flapping at my window

Sleep no more little one

Dying in my dreams

When awake

Hoodwinked is my vodka

But it costs too much

Don't I get an Eve?

No, no one would choose to

Keep it simple

No more thinking, drink up

Silly me

-Quasimodo

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