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Can'T Get High Enough
I started sucking my thumb until it looked like a plumb Things didn't feel any better so I poured a glass of rum Some will imagine I'm happy when they hear the tunes I hum whisky me Dixie I am the crazy unbalanced one Yes I hum like a drum and I pretend to be dumb I prefer the shady ladies who stay out of the sun You might want to hang out after all I can be fun Others will try and warn you, you'd be better off to run You think I'm simple dear Simon, my thoughts not so deep I know it's easy to judge me by the company I keep I'm hanging on by three threads, one step away from endless sleep I can't get up high enough, the incline of my mind is too steep I'm weathered and worn kinda broken and busted Others thought they could help get my aptitude adjusted Yet some things can't be fixed too many layers have rusted Kind people have attempted to get me polished and dusted Forget all that attention I just simply cussed it I wander asphalt streets bopping to my lost boy beat see the crooked dexterity of my wobbly bruised feet Nothing satiates me what I hunger for I can't eat the ghosts in my mind have occupied my seat My demons are hidden beneath a white worn sheet! Don't try and peek under, you won't like who you meet!
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