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it's three in the morning
i'm so awake it's euphoric
i want to feel this way forever
drunk on translucence 
the creases in the pillow beam at my exhilaration 
God-fearing doughnuts and coffee  
James Cameron was so excited by 2001
he vomited outside the screening
i listen to the sax solo and want to vomit too 
what am i going to do?
'don't worry' the song begins
'i won't hurt you.'
i would never hurt you either Prince
she sings she wants to take me higher
she can't 
i don't really wanna fight no more
don't leave the cap off the toothpaste babe

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