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At Convict Lake, we staked our tent |
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When the wind rose up, the willows bent |
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Their airborne spores were released to me |
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I opened my mouth and let them in |
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A small black X on the edge of the camp |
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I couldn't wait to fall off the map |
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And so I took another tab |
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A lost bobcat found himself in the camp |
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I held him close, I fed him by hand |
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And then I took another tab |
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My friends came down, way too soon |
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I stayed high, with the silvery moon |
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I awoke in a hospital bed |
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Bound down like Gulliver tied up in thread |
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You can't take back what you put in your head |