You smoke number 13 to alleviate a chronic pain
To dispel your inborn fear of existence
To slow down a tight race on the fast lane
To your unidentified malady put up resistance
You're stuck on your latest colorful vision
How you grow feathers and turn into a bird
And fly across the immense piscatorial ocean
You read the dolphins' thoughts, and are given the word
Getting a key clue, you can prevent an imminent disease
The acquired odium syndrome, an implicit threat
You can decipher a code of 13 with great ease
Unless you get off M., you'll be really all wet
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