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If I had a little piece of the puzzle Would you say, Would you say I have figured why you struggle? If I had a lullaby, Would you say goodnight, And would you said I'm not afraid of free flight? Pack up your bags and say goodbye To all of your fucking nights, Sleeping out, Sleeping out in the cold Wind It blows on, and the devil sun rises, It keeps my mind at ease I'm a fucking tyrant, I do as I please So please forgive me For the way I'm screaming at your dog It's nine o clock and I'm trying to get some god damn sleep You see my friend sleeps with the fishes He lost some money on a horse race He now scrambles his brain, he's all over the place So place me up on the shelf Next to some trophy you stole And I'll remind you that gold was not the goal So gold digger, or grave digger However you wanna be seen Remember that it's all in a dream Remember that it's all in a dream Remember that you are a dream.
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matthewkirn
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Feb 22, 2011
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