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I dream a cloud
With trees of mint leaves
Licorice lakes
And bright orange poppies
The sky below
A sea of snow
At five or so
The sheriff shows
He pokes and pries
He slaps my face and yells "Disgrace!"
Until he sees my eyes
Side to side
I flail and writhe
Until I hit the floor
Once up straight
It's getting late
I try to find the door
Why do they point
Snicker and shout?
I don't bother them while I'm out
Turn the other cheek all them say
Sure I would if I could, hey hey
A life alone
One seems to find
A way to cope
And pass the time
So, all night long
I sing this song
Latch the door
Lie on the floor with opium lit
I breathe it slow, away I go
Into a lovely fit
I come around to find the ground
And clear my head
I roll myself a harry rag
And put myself to bed
Why do they point
Snicker and shout
I don't bother them while I'm out
Turn the other cheek all them say
Sure I would if I could, hey hey