I fell under the rug, and I'm reminded Aquarius-Pisces
Then they all went out of town, but still we faked it. I'm so impatient.
Four days came and went. Now it's three weeks of fortune in its stead. My worry lasted now it's moved to Toulouse.
The past has been revised. I cook and shake with all my means.
Tobacco sage swirling in the Afterglow. I trained my head, but it was hard to do.
And gallons of water are saved and flood my slumber.
Slumber. Slumber.
I came in and saw me sinning with your kin.
Maybe I should sit you down and pour you a glass of sherry.
Your manner rising above the clamour of a thick dark shroud. My insides swirl and cleanse. Inebriated astral sense.
But what are you doing now?
You're inflicting pain. Inflicting pain. Inflicting pain on my old wounds. Inflicting pain on my old...
And an eraser works fine but you're writing again.
They all agree you owe a dime or ten.
You're not open to the higher life.
Just don't invite me out so late at night. I'm disappointed and I know why.
I'm craving our lush nights. I won't be fooled though, because there's no love within it.
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