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time change

Man I'm sick to death
off the
medicine
I can't ever win
It's like a bullet in the head
And the feeling passes
It's translucent
Your ego
Is always
Just constantly
Showing
Man, sometimes -
that just happens.

Lock me out and
change the locks right now.

Gone with the wind went the cuckoo clock
Gone are the days where the sky turned that specific shade
Cuz the haze
Keeps the drain clogged
Yeah the hate keeps the pain out
And our clothes off.
And now the whole days lost.
Dreamboy
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