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May 2013
Rainy day, lost in the haze

Forgive me the sickness

I'm a little bit blazed

Whats my watch say, quarter past four?

Not like I'm hurried

Just a habit that I keep

Deep in night wile your asleep, in the AM

I think you understand just what I'm sayin

So if your feelin on these shiny Que cards that I'm ah wavein

you may roll over to the vary proposition I'm slanginΒ Β 

In the AM

See it clearly past the fog my mouth exudes

Not like I hurried I just see the things your tip toeing through

No I'm not worried, I may propose that in fact I'm fairly grounded

A hedonist projecting all the **** you are surrounded by

Indulging in the vacuum created for your wallet by

The ******* that that vary wallet was created by

some dead guy, now his brother son

the CEO who follows by

A formula to keep you wanting up until your slaughtered by

A lifestyle designed by masters simply to keep you all slaves

Bye
I cant lie, I wont cry, cuz as the sheep die, the rancher goes hungry and leaves more room for wolfs to slip by
John B
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