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(M. Doughty)I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
So much time is cashed.
So much smoke is wasted.
Sudden disappearance
In the air is thick and cool.I can't approach myself
Skidding over this perdition
And now I'm out on the verandah
When I should have gone to school.
Well I call for sleep,
But sleep it won't come to me.
Shuffling in the hallway,I can hear him on the stairs.I hear his lighter flicking.I hear the soft sigh of his inhale.
And the whole width of my intentions
He exhales into the air.I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
Skeedunt, stunt the runt,
Smoking buddha blunt.I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
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