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All good books have one thing in common |
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They tell you that these dreams are not just dreams |
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Thus confirming the extent of our depression |
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And the sole intention... |
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All my dreams are truly wicked |
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If I cannot destroy it I have to defeat it |
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The high road obscured in the blink of an eye |
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As I pour myself another drink... |
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I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long time... |
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I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all my rhymes |
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All my wicked deeds are but suppressed needs... |
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My vile endeavour is grace under pressure |
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I pour myself another drink |
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And close my eyes... |
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I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long time... |
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I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all my rhymes |
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If you' chase the dragon with me, we'll be soaring through a fucking vacuum |
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We'll have a blast, we'll laugh and glow |
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It'll be a woo ho-ho with vast amounts of blow |
