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Dreaming as I sat there

by johnny-georgy-brown

You see it is a hard thing to feel When I collapse on the lounge Into a state of sleep I dream a Christian carer With his family taking me for a ride I took my two cats and my mattress As well as a couple f clothes I was totally knocked out And I felt really crazy As well were travelling through the suburbs I told them that this suburb closes The gates for a festival With beer and wine and rides and music It seems to drive me around the bend Then my carer suddenly became fatter After all the pizza he ate And my cats were getting really scared One just disappeared Into someone else’s arms I feel I was losing a family member in Vietnam My carer was saying please understand I want to convert you I want to tell you to see a therapist And I did and suddenly all my stuff was pinched I woke up and I found out mate It was a bloody dream
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