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Inhale and exhale and I am sitting, I’m thinking and I am dreaming away Away to my favourite place - outer space I’m happy, I’m singing I am having a ball I bounce around in the back of my throat There’s a lump where I chill It’s where I take a seat When I am tired from all the bouncing around in My throat how it scratches and cries out for me to just stop Stop the toxins stop the pain Stop using me for your own game Stop bouncing, stop dreaming, wake up But I cant because I like it I love it at that For the high is more real than the fact