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Sitting in my
The are flying through my head
[Unverified] inside my is tart
The on my bed

Smell the of cigar smoke
And I who it is
Ideas are dumb, the doors are
The are his

My Al drove off a cliff
And ran a nail
He his wounds and wonders
How the tooth him to fail

He to park his car
on 16th Avenue
Sometimes her eyes are
And times I think they're blue

My is a mother
And my mother is a
My is a junkie
For the C.O. boards

I knew guy who was so lazy
And he was so
He slept all day and his job
And now he is a bum