Sometimes one can gets so
baked
That it cant be mistaked
Sometimes get so lazy
like
To drive ones self crazy
It sound kinda odd to you
well
IT sure duz to me too
And what do you need to do
as
To seeing things turn blue
And wonder can you hear
Me
Gently touching your heart
You who will always deliver
are
Well versed in your art
1 could pray for you
nightly
Then curse you all day
What kind of funny old
world
Is this old world anyway
Though lost and confused
mostly
Dazed and abused
i Know. There was no one
that
YOU Ever Used
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