Kill
my buzz
and make it colder
Die
and wish this
whole thing over
This
steal just one
from a four leaf clover
Be
like a mountain
only much older
Within
limits on speed
and snakes in the gas
Take
off your shoes
and walk on the grass
Now
its 15 minutes till
they shut this place down
All
high on the money
in your candle light town
Where
bare bones in sun
to white will bleach
Just
like twigs laid out
on a sunlight beach.
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