.Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision
In the back yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind
I lay broken with my belly up to heaven, I guess
Drinking hard for seven days can turn your blue eyes blind
Held that tragic destiny
Like a puppet on my knee
Blurred the line .
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