.Sitting in my room the thoughts
Are flying through my head
Taste inside my brain is tart
The contract's on my bed
Smell the smell of cigar smoke
And I know who it is
Ideas are dumb the doors are shut
The messages are his
my buddly al drove off a cliff
And ran.
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