It's actually a song I wrote a while ago.
The rain was just the rhythm, the drops were full of woe.
Each of them were words, I thought of edgar allen poe.
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Oh dear recently returned friend, come back into my head, just sit with me again.
The dreariness of the empty streets is a plague, that spreads wild and pollutes my brain.
I'm dreaming of the doldrums a far off better place, I'm dreaming wild things but my friend keeps me wide awake.
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A pentocostal priest pushes down the penetrator line
looking for a kaleidoscope conversion of the contortionist mind.
Find some morals place them perfectly in your puzzle piece life,
prescription pills a picket fence and a pretty pretty wife.
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I took a colored pill because I had nothing else to do
I thought it wasn't working so I decided to take two.
I had felt this way before and It was pumping through my veins
I was ecstatic for awhile but then the morning came.
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