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The Trippin Spoon

Left my soul in the trippin spoon. Gave it a shot now I think I'm through. Now watch me ride on and see it through. Until we meet again. A chicken crows in the dead of night. Another tweaker, been up all night. In the dark chasing dragonflies. Now its time for the morning light. So welcome home. The phone rings but I don"t pay the bill. I probably spent it on a fuckin pill. But he still can't find a thrill. Where did the mortal go. Back to the trippin spoon.

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Published: Nov 13, 2010
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Notes: thank you. this is my medicine.

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