Only one way to deal with this routine,
to get and stay fucking high,
Living this day today, waiting for the rest of our lives,
Yumm these tasteless digits satisfy my thirst,
Squeezing sunshine from the fruits of summer eve,
Draw the sparkling velvet sheet
as the fog densely creeps.
and i feel the cold air on my neck.
Dream of soaring down on a night sky,
while bouncing from purple tint clouds
the fall cushioned by lucid boundaries,
Dance in the dusk as our audience, it twinkles,
The moonlit freedom inspires writings on the wall,
The scarce surrender of this living dream,
While the whispers echo the empty hall.
Dance as our audience it twinkles,
Dance as the summer evenings roll,
Dance as the summer evenings twinkle,
Dance as we walk on down the road.
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