Greetings
there was a red balloon
there was a blur
something stuck like glue
i am unsure
i heard my name
i'm so messed up
i need a friend
i need a gun
hiss, like a running hose
oh, hell, it's 5 am
and something sticks like glue
i don't know who i am
hello, how are you?
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