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I'm coming down But I'm still racing Burnt out Too many cigarettes And my dreams are usually at full speed In the arms of REM sleep So tell me why, as my body was flyin' I was in the wicked garden all night I had a knife in my pocket in the closet I had my clothes on in the bathtub Sister tells me I need to run But I missed the starting gun And all old friends were in on it A conspiracy, but I'm the theorist And I remember the 7-11 And all the fish dying as they went to heaven Sister tell me what I have to do She says a train is coming through Next thing I know, I'm at the bus stop With nothing but a knife in my pocket My subconscious feels really low As these speed dreams move so slow Burnt out, as I light another smoke Why does it always come down to That motto
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Speed Dreams
I'm coming down But I'm still racing Burnt out Too many cigarettes And my dreams are usually at full speed In the arms of REM sleep So tell me why, as my body was flyin' I was in the wicked garden all night I had a knife in my pocket in the closet I had my clothes on in the bathtub Sister tells me I need to run But I missed the starting gun And all old friends were in on it A conspiracy, but I'm the theorist And I remember the 7-11 And all the fish dying as they went to heaven Sister tell me what I have to do She says a train is coming through Next thing I know, I'm at the bus stop With nothing but a knife in my pocket My subconscious feels really low As these speed dreams move so slow Burnt out, as I light another smoke Why does it always come down to That motto
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
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